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?
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.
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.
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."