86ed

Well, Pastor Ted was officially 86ed today. I am not gloating about his travails, even if it seems as I am. I just get sick of hearing from these holier-than-thou characters. There are several videos on YouTube featuring Pastor Ted and while he enjoys a reputation for being a compelling figure, he comes across as a swarmy know-it-all. Good riddance. The lovely Mrs. Sneed and I popped out to a local Indian Casino last evening, something we do from time to time. I am not a real big gambler, but it is fun sometimes, especially when I win a few bucks. Anyway, I spotted an empty video poker machine and decided to give it a go. I was sitting next to this average looking woman, who had a wad of hundred dollar bills and when I say wad, I mean a big roll. She was playing 50 cent credits, and betting $7.50 per hand. I was playing for nickels, or $1.25 per hand. At $7.50 per hand, a hundred goes pretty fast and she was pumping the hundreds in the machine at an amazing rate. I, on the other hand, put a twenty into the machine, which I played for about a half hour, with most of the twenty left in play. Her potential payoff for the top hand, a royal flush, was a jackpot of $2000. Mine was a payoff of 4000 nickels or $200. After I had played for about 35 or 40 minutes, I got 4 jacks, which paid me $40, bringing my credit total to about $50, or $30 ahead on the deal. The old dame to my right had now invested about $1000, just while I had been sitting there, with nothing to show for it. I thought about quitting but played on and was soon down to $24. Meanwhile she kept pumping in hundreds. When I least expected it I hit the royal flush for $200. A woman to my left says, "Good for you." "pretty cool", I replied. The hundred dollar woman leans over and says, "Ah, you are only playing for nickels." I give her my best stare and say, "Where I come from $200 is pretty good." It was very clear to me that even if she hit her $2000, she would still not get even. I cashed out and moved on. When the lovely Mrs. Sneed and I left a couple of hours later, she was still playing. I'm guessing she must have been down 3 or 4 thousand bucks by then.. That is a load of cash where I come from. I can't figure where these problem gamblers get their money. They must be in debt up to their eyeballs. Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor