Sunday, July 6, 2008

Just a quarter

Friends are down this wknd, and I told them a slot machine story re my Dad. I thought the poo-pawers would enjoy this too.

We were out for a summer family trip to Colo in our new packard. We stopped for lunch in a cafe close to Grand Lake. They had a nickle slot machine. My eyes were fixed upon it and I begged Dad for me to play with a quarter from my own stash-paper routes, grass cutting, lemonaid.

He looked inward, gave me a quick gambler's eye sparker, and said, "Just a quarter". 

The lady gave me 5 nicks for my quarter and in a moment the coin-in pull arm happened, for the 1st time in my life !   Zzzzzzz-clunk Then Zzzzzzz-clunk again . Then an orange and then an orange  then 3 oranges.  A grand slam !! I scooped up my 15 nicks and returned to our table.

My Dad acted like he hadn't watched but between slurps of soup he looked down and softly said, "Don't leave a winner up, sometimes they repeat".

So I went back to the machine, fed in a house nickle, and BAMMM ! 3 more oranges hit again.

P.S. Now I live in Las Vegas

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