This morning I woke up at Longhorn casino. I am up and out by 9:00. I go down to the casino and play. I am playing quarter Double Double Bonus video poker. I want to be playing four card Cleopatra Keno. There is only one of those open and I instinctively know that if I sit there, between two people, at least one of them is going to ask me for a cigarette. Turns out I didn’t even have to sit there as one came over to me to ask me for one. I hate that so much. I don’t know what it is about casinos that make complete strangers feel like it is okay to ask you to give them something you paid for with your own cash.
I gave him a cigarette and then said fuck it, I guess I can now sit at Cleopatra Keno. As I am playing, the cigarette grubber gets a phone call. He asks me where he is at, so he can tell the caller where he is. “Longhorn.” “What?!?” “LONGHORN.” He leaves, putting out the grubbed cigarette directly on the machine. Not in any of the billions of ashtrays sitting around. Longhorn literally has a clean ashtray on EVERY machine at all times, every single machine, every single time.
I am playing and I am doing pretty well. No HUGE wins, but I doubled a few $20 bills. I thought I had $70 in wins. When I got back to the room, I only had $50 in wins. I am pretty sure I dropped money somewhere. The TITO machine was spitting my money out so that it did not land in the tray and I caught a loose $20 falling to the ground. I think I may have missed another one. I sure as all hell hope it was found by someone other than that jerk who put his cigarette out on the machine.
