People Who Are Ignorant About Casino Life (RANT)

Yes, I believe that too.

But what struck me about his post… well, I’m not a gambler, too risk aversive. But slot machines in particular have always struck me as an excruciatingly boring way to spend time. Like volunteering to be the rat in one of those Skinner box experiments where you train the rat to press the lever up to twenty times to get a single pellet of rat chow.

And not only volunteer, PAY MONEY to be the rat.

Anyway, I thought that would be the height of boredom, doing that for hours.

But I was wrong.

Watching OTHER PEOPLE do it for hours plumbs new depths.

ArrogantBastard, is that really how you want to spend your time?

It’s a slotjacking!

Do I believe someone might be asked to leave because they look suspicious? Sure, it could happen. Do I believe this troll was asked to leave for that reason? No chance in hell.

You’d be surprised. I mean, I thought so too, until I actually did it. But it’s pretty damned addictive, especially if you have a nice machine.

Actually, that’s a “if I ever win the lottery fantasy” of mine, to go to a casino for a week and watch people gamble. I have an odd fascination with watching people’s faces when they are wholly concentrating on something - it’s strangely soothing. I watch a lot of videos of blacksmiths, tailors and luthiers, on YouTube, for just this reason.

But I’ll admit that it’s a bit weird.

Huh. Think it might have anything to do with listening at the doors of women’s restrooms?

Ewwww … that’s sick …

Okay, so ArrogantBastard is a boy of grade school age… maybe that’s why they won’t let him hang out in casinos.

He says something like: it’s a pleasure to peek at something you’ve never been exposed to. [my paraphrase; can we quote from closed threads?]

Um…, would that be the vagina?

Random thing I found on Straight Dope: some post by some member. "I had a moment of absolute reality-shifting terror when I was about 8 years old. I knew there were no ghosts or witches and yet I had no choice but to believe my ears because I was undeniably awake in my bed and they were in the house. Ululating. Right. Downstairs.

I ran to get my mother, who, as it turned out, was sitting by the stereo, trying to cultivate an appreciation of opera for the very first time."

Thank God that was a mispost! I thought it was the ghost of Arrogant Bstrd haunting us.

You planning on making a habit of this sort of post?

Random thing I found on Straight Dope, too!: some post by some other member.

It was pithy. It was droll. But, darn, it was touching, too.

Bass is also an arrogant bastard. Say what you will.

WTF? Spreak English, Alvarado! I’m far to lazy to refer back to whatever the fuck you are referring to.

I think it refers in some way to this thread. Or at least that thread will help you decide if further replies here are warranted.

So, no?

ETA: So. No.

Depends on what you want out of it. Into Elmo singalongs? This just might be your opportunity.

Everyone needs to read the first post of that thread, just for the experience of having neural pathways instantly re-routed in their brains.

Seven come eleven, baby, I’ll take your money home with me.