As if the universe felt the need to compensate me for my lack of luck on the slot machines in Reno, today I get to work, put a buck twenty-five in the soda machine to get a Dr. Pepper, and it spits out two instead of one. I win!
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And it’s little things like that that can just make your whole day.
Watch out, you might get investigated for having a burst fire soda machine.
I was hoping your bad luck at the machines would hold. You know what they say, “Unlucky gambler, lucky in love.”
Bet you thought I had a mean reason, didn’t you?
After calling Bitter a loser and leaving her alone, you could use all the good luck you can get (and I don’t mean on the machines), just sayin’