The Human Race

I'm fascinated by the patrons of casinos. A large majority of them are old, or unhealthy looking. I've seen more oxygen tanks in the last couple of day then I've seen in years. If you need an oxygen tank to help you breathe why would you spend anytime in a smoky casino? It boggles my mind.

Here at Harrah's during the mid-day, mid-week time frame the penny slots seem like the most active place on the whole floor. It's filled with patrons in their 60's and 70's who get up around 6am to be the first ones down to make sure they get "their" machines. And there they sit for hours.

Winning isn't nearly as exciting these days. When you cash out you just get a receipt that you then have to go up and redeem at a cage. There's no sound of coin dropping into a metal tray. No buckets of quarters being carried around. Just little pieces of paper that are stuck into someone's pocket. I'm sure some of the smaller ones aren't redeemed, earning the casino even more money. I'd have to think twice to stand in line for five minutes to get my .75 cents. But that's just me.

I saw a woman today who was in her mid to late 50's. She was tall, with long willowy legs that were completely exposed in her short-shorts. So short in fact that one wrong move and I would probably get a peak at her brillo pad. I wish someone who cared for her would have told her that was a bad look.