What is it about those little machines

September 6, 2007

I’m a gambler. I play poker fairly regularly (not as much as sitboaf) and I can’t stay away from those little machines with tiny cranes inside.

You know the machines. They are jammed to the brim with stuffed toys and balls and treats that are worth slightly less than the $.50 per chance you pay to extract them from the glass box. But they’re addictive.


Today at lunch I was vanquished twice in my quest for a toy but did finally emerge victorious with a valuable plastic/rubber ball that I will cherish for years and likely pass down to my kitten and dog (named Huckleberry and Gobbler respectively).

Don’t steal my pet names and don’t try to beat the machines.

More to come…