If you're not a tumbleweed there's not much reason to be in Reno but my family was traveling across the country and we stopped to eat, a not-inexpensive proposition with six kids and a dog. For the convenience of restaurant customers, gambling machines were installed in each booth so no-one would ever have to miss a minute of gambling just because eating is sometimes required.
Charmed by the casual decadence, my ol' Dad decided it was time for some paternal stuff and he announced he would teach me a lesson about gambling. He spilled a bunch of quarters out of his pocket and said he would put all of them into the machine. Anything that comes out of it I get to keep.
My eyes brightened with same financial lust of any greedy insensitive kid. This will be so good.
Rather than chase shaggy dogs, we'll hop right to the last quarter as of course he had planned to lose all of them so this one was just the end of the routine.
Ding ... Ding ... Ding
Quarters come shooting out of this thing all over the place. He had hit some kind of jackpot and there were quarters galore in winnings.
So, thanks, ol' Dad, for the lesson and, hey, thanks, Santa, for the quarters.
Charmed by the casual decadence, my ol' Dad decided it was time for some paternal stuff and he announced he would teach me a lesson about gambling. He spilled a bunch of quarters out of his pocket and said he would put all of them into the machine. Anything that comes out of it I get to keep.
My eyes brightened with same financial lust of any greedy insensitive kid. This will be so good.
Rather than chase shaggy dogs, we'll hop right to the last quarter as of course he had planned to lose all of them so this one was just the end of the routine.
Ding ... Ding ... Ding
Quarters come shooting out of this thing all over the place. He had hit some kind of jackpot and there were quarters galore in winnings.
So, thanks, ol' Dad, for the lesson and, hey, thanks, Santa, for the quarters.
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