Hick was not a winner this time, but it WAS a different casino. Maybe he's only lucky every 20 years in one certain casino. Val, on the other hand...
I wasn't doing very well when Hick dropped me off. I had instructions to play $40 for The Pony on Pompeii, one of his favorite slots. Wouldn't you know it, Pompeii was GONE! As if it had been buried and forgotten! So The Pony told me by text to play Buffalo Chief. He should have known better. I don't think I've ever won a cent, or even gotten a bad bonus on that slot. I played his $40, and after 50 spins at the minimum bet of 80 cents, per his instructions, he had $8.93 left. Oh, well. Easy come, easy go.
Several of my usual favorites were tighter than the shoes on Little Lotta! They ate up my money like Little Lotta running rampant at a buffet. Until I got to my favorite, Wonder 4 Tall Fortunes. I played all the games, getting the most back from Indian Dreaming. I gave Buffalo Gold a whirl. It let me play a while. Miss Kitty was being catty, but I kept switching back to her. Sometimes, you just have that feeling.
That's the final game of my 10-game bonus. As you can see, some of those kitties overlapped, and were 3x and 2x. That happened by game four of my bonus. So it set off the coins and winning music for the next six games. Not that I minded. You can see that I won $810.32!
Of course there was a weirdo incident. This Wonder 4 Tall Fortunes was on the end of a row. Like an end cap in the grocery store. On my left was an aisle, and across it was a row of spinning wheel kind of games favored by The Pony, who wasn't with us this time.
The guy playing the spinning wheel slots didn't LOOK like a weirdo. At first. I was a little annoyed that he let the volume stay on high. That's adjustable, you know. I always turn mine down. So my winning doesn't annoy other people, heh, heh!
Anyhoo... I was happily playing Miss Kitty when that Weirdo turned around and said,
"I put money in here, and it's not doing anything."
Huh. His head was turned in my direction. Looking at me over his left shoulder. I turned and looked behind me, to see who he was talking to.
IT WAS ME!
Why was this Weirdo telling me about his machine problems? I'd never seen him before in my life. What in the actual Not-Heaven? Why do people think I'm some kind of employee wherever I am? I am an old lady with a graying unkempt not-so-lovely lady-mullet, wearing a pink plaid shirt, sitting at a slot machine feeding money into it, sipping on a free soda. What about that screams SLOT ATTENDANT?
Weirdo kept blathering, about putting a twenty in the slot, and the machine doing nothing. Did he think I was going to give him his money back? Whip a car-creeper thingy out of my shirt pocket and wheel under that slot machine and tinker with it? Whew! A REAL slot attendant appeared around the end of his row, and asked what was wrong. I guess he had pushed the CALL ATTENDANT button after all.
I shouldn't be too hard on that weirdo. His distraction changed the timing of my button-pushing ever so slightly, and resulted in my jackpot!
A newer game at this casino is the Horses of Helios:
The graphics aren't much to look at here, but it has a really fun bonus, if you can get it.
I was fiddling around, switching the denomination, and changed it from 1-cent to 5-cents. This bonus paid me $195, but that 75-cent bet was actually $3.75 at the 5-cent denomination. I only did it for a twenty, but this is the only denomination that paid me anything on Horses of Helios. I cashed out and moved on. No need to spend my whole Miss Kitty jackpot on it! I sure would have liked to win the GRAND!
Hick lost his standard amount, but wasn't too cranky about it. I'm giving The Pony back his original $40. I think I can spare it.