It's A Gamble

When I think of Vegas, I immediately think "casinos and gambling." But I don't think I was as prepared for the extent to which the city goes to accommodate your inner (and outer) gambler. There are slot machines everywhere in this town - like at the grocery store, for instance. As if the shopper doesn't already have enough decisions to make: "Chicken or beef for dinner tonight?" "Paper or plastic?" "Cash or credit?" "Hit me or stay?" It's ridiculous! Kids crying from hunger, while Mom's spinning away, ground chuck peeking out of the shopping cart (no, I made that up, but I bet that scenario has happened!). At the airport, immediately before you go through the security checkpoint and on to the gates there are slot machines, so you can get that last fix before you get on the plane (not making that up). It cracks me up. At some of the hotels, you can pull up to the bar and enjoy your evening cocktail in between pulls of the lever on the slot machines built into the bar's wood detailing. For me, the constant exposure to the slot machines makes them less appealing, although don't quote me on that. It is still early, and I need a brand new pair of shoes...no really, size 9, if anyone's reading.

For your next game of Trivial Pursuit (oh, come on, you still play that!): in British English the slot machine is called "fruit machine." In general, the slot machine is also known as the "one-armed bandit", likening the lever to a single arm and the machine's ability to rob you of your savings to a bandit. For more slot machine knowledge go to: Slot Machine