Casinos suckkkkkkk

I just went to Brantford, which should be an hour drive.  I think that it ended up taking me about two hours to get there, though.  Google Maps totally failed me and I managed to get lost about half way there.  Some kind gas station attendant showed me the right direction.  He even drew a map.  I ended up taking the highway, which I was trying to avoid, to get there.  But I was desperate so I was like, whatever works.

So I got there finally and hit the slots.  I lost forty on a couple of games then went to the black jack tables.  I bought in for $40 and managed to leave with $125.  So that was cool, except I thought, "I didn’t come all this way to win twenty five bucks. (I had arrived with a hundred)"  So I took 40 more and spent it on the slots and promptly lost it.  I wanted a jackpot.  >:|  

I drove back using the highway and realised how low on gas I was about half way home.  I was starting to freak out, searching desperately for a gas station along the highway.  The absence of them amazed me.  I finally saw a sign for an Esso so I took the turn off and put twenty dollars in.  Phew.

I made it back into London and said fuck it.  I drove to the slots in my city and spent another forty on the slots that I had been lucky on in the past.  I wasn’t lucky today and it was gone in about two minutes.  It was funny because when I pulled into the parking lot about ten cars had been double parked.  Some chuckleheads decided to make a new row BEHIND the legitimate parkers.  It was unbelievable.  I’d never seen anything like it.  One of the dudes who had been blocked in was standing at his car and I talked to him for a minute.  He kept saying, "Are they really that dumb?"  I just nodded and said the whole thing was ridiculous.  And it was.  One person must have done it and the rest figured, somehow, that it was okay.

So yeah, I went home and slept.  And that’s that.

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