I was in the casino looking for an edge when I found 4 donut holes for a dollar. They used to be 3 for a dollar. Was the cashier mistaken? Should I tell her? Or should I just hand over my dollar, take the 4 donut holes and bolt?
I took them, walked away briskly but didn’t exactly run, and went about my journey looking for a monetary edge.
Later that night, I was waiting at a slot machine for a lucky seat at a blackjack table. There was an elderly man sitting in the seat I wanted. He had a huge stack of red in front of him and was betting five dollars a hand. It was going to take forever to bust this guy. Finally, four hours into the dealer's shift, the senior got up and left. I raced over to the table and quickly sat down. I sat down in a puddle of pee.
What. The. Fuck.
There were no other chairs in sight and with the game on and my BP at the table, I had to start reading the hole card immediately. After a few minutes, a teammate brought me a new chair. For four hours I had to sit in pee soaked jeans.
I think we won a lot that night, I honestly don’t remember anything but the donut holes and the pee. It was too traumatic.