Monday, February 23, 2026

The Food Was Not the Only Good Part of the Casino

Val left the casino with a profit! It was a good day. The Pony was not so fortunate. I think maybe Hick came out ahead, but he told a convoluted tale of how much he put in, and how he sat down at the last minute and hit a jackpot. He wasn't crying about a loss, but he wasn't bragging about a win. I could ask to be sure, but he's already gone to bed (it's 9:00 on Saturday night).

Anyhoo... I only played two slot machines! The first one kept giving me little bonuses, and I'd cash them out on a ticket when it was more than $50. It's fun to play when you are getting some payback. So I stayed there, while The Pony roamed around. This first one was a Huff n Puff slot, styled after the 3 Little Pigs and the Big Bad Wolf.


Sorry it's not a good picture. I was so surprised that I didn't have my phone ready until it had already given me the jackpot payoff. It even confuses me. But since I was there, I know that I was playing the 2-cent denomination. I was on the lowest bet, but rather than being a dollar a spin, it was two, because of the 2-cent setting I put it on. Basically, I had just slid in my accumulating ticket to cash out, but in spinning to get it to an even amount that would be easier to cash out when I left, I "accidentally" hit that jackpot. Which paid me $214, between the symbols showing on the screen, and the other win that was on the previous play resulting in the jackpot.

I was in the profit zone when we met for lunch. After that, I was wondering around to look for a new slot to play. There was a kiosk of Buffalo Chief slots. I sat down and tried to play one, but it wouldn't take money. It spit the bills back out. Must have been full. So I moved to the next one, on my left. It was quite generous. Kept giving me bonuses to add to my ticket.


Again, I took the picture too late. You can see up top that I had just finished 23 of 23 free games. My wins added up to $158.28. I was on the lowest bet of 80 cents, playing the 1-cent denomination. I had put in a $20 bill, and was down to $11.57 when I hit the bonus that gave me 23 free games. Of course I put in my accumulating ticket and added that amount to it. Then put in another $20, and kept playing.


I was down to $15.80 when I hit another bonus. I was even slower with this picture. I don't know how many free games I had. It just says "feature completed." But I won $185.84. Still on the 1-cent denomination and 80-cent bet.

Yes, it was definitely a good day for Val. Leaving with a profit of $465!
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I'm sure reading that was tedious for non-gamblers! But here's something else about the trip. 

On the way to the casino, on the county blacktop highway, Hick was gawking around as usual. He said he saw a deer. I didn't see it. But I told Hick and The Pony:

"If we hit a deer, and it comes through the windshield and kills me, everything needed for the taxes is in a red notebook on that stool under the cuckoo clock."

You know, because Val is selfless like that. It's hard to complete the taxes from beyond the grave, and I wanted them to know where to get the info for the house and property sales in 2025.

Well. Maybe ol' Val is a little bit psychic. We didn't hit a deer. But on the way home, on the four-lane divided interstate highway, a car-hauling truck passed us in the fast lane. It had a white sedan on its bed, and was towing a small maroon SUV behind it. It wasn't going excessively fast, but faster than the speed limit, for which Hick had set the cruise control on A-Cad.

That car hauler was about 15 car lengths ahead of us when we saw black smoke, and smelled burning rubber.

"He's blown a tire on that car," said Hick.

"Back off! Drop back some more. I don't want pieces of tire to come through the windshield and kill me!"

Hick slowed down. Quite a sacrifice for him, breaking the cruise control. The car hauler veered right, across the slow lane, barely missing the car in front of us. He stopped on the shoulder. Where we could see that it was a tire on his truck that blew, not on the towed car. 

Apparently, The Universe decided that Val needs to do the taxes herself.

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