Do you hear what I hear? It's the sound of Even Steven ignoring Thevictorians in their quest for holiday riches. First there was the debacle of the scratchers. For the number and amount purchased, we expected more winnings. Ever the sunny optimists, we consoled ourselves with the anticipation of big wins at the casino the next day. After all, The Pony won $16,000 there last Christmas!
Not this time. The Pony and Val both lost their shirts. Well. Not their complete shirts. They're not strippers! More like walking in with a comfortable shirttail, and leaving with a half-shirt exposing bare midriff. Hick managed to stay fully clothed. He was up about $20. Until, on the way out, he met Val and The Pony, and Val commanded him to put in a twenty, because she was sure her slot was going to pay as soon as she left. It did not...
We didn't leave empty-handed. The Pony had about half a casino bankroll left, and Val still had 2/3 of hers. So there's that. Only one picture to show, and it was not even a great win.
It's a game I hadn't played before. The kind that has four games at once. Each one had a 60 cent bet. So each spin cost me $2.40. I can't play them for long, heh, heh!
Here's the screen that won.
It's a game called Pompeii. I had five of those helmet thingies, all the way across, and the volacano is a multiplier. I won $80 on that screen. Of course, we were there for almost six hours, so I had some more playing to do. Sadly, nothing else wanted to give me reasonable bonuses! I guess that's why they call it "gambling," not "winning."
Anyhoo... Genius saved the day with our gifts. Which were scratchers from Pennsylvania.
Each of us had the same selection. They had been forgotten at the hotel on Christmas day, so Genius handed them to us when we met at the casino. The Pony scratched on the way home. The sets of tickets were in three envelopes (provided by Val as Genius left on Christmas evening).
"Here are your tickets. I didn't put specific names on them. You can sort them out. Each envelope has the same tickets."
As Hick was sweaving along through construction on I-55 coming home, I distracted myself by offering The Pony the lottery tickets.
"Here are the envelopes. I shuffled them. You can shuffle them some more, and then pick which one you want."
The Pony spent a minute, making sure to pick the very best one.
"I'll take this one. It feels lucky."
"Okay. And I'm taking this one, because the envelope isn't bent. Dad can have that one."
The Pony scratched from the back seat. "Winner! Huh. Another winner!" And so it went. The Pony had five winners out of nine tickets. $10, $10, $10, $20, $30. For a total of $80.
"I guess you DID pick the best envelope! I can't imagine ours winning now. Especially if Genius bought them all the same day. You got all the winners!"
Once home, I commenced to scratching. I had ONE winner. For $10. Hick didn't want to scratch. He doesn't have the patience. He wanted me to scratch his tickets, as long as I made sure he would get the winnings. Fine with me. I love scratching!
Well. The Pony did NOT pick the very best one. Hick with the leftover envelope was the big winner. He had three winning tickets. For $20, $30, and $100. For $150! Good thing Val is honest, and did not try any shenanigans!
That's Hick's big winner. It was the last symbol. I was shocked when I uncovered the prize.
I suppose the sun even shines on a dog's rumpus some days! Which is tantamount to calling Hick a dog's rumpus. Which kind of gives me the giggles. Congrats to Hick, the big Christmas winner.
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