A bunch of number sevens were lined up in a nice neat row. The number of credits displayed kept going and going. I looked around to find all eyes in the nearby vicinity were on me. People started clapping. My heart was racing. Holy crap. I won. I won! What did I win? I still didn’t know. I couldn’t figure the machine out. It gave the number of credits but no dollar amount. When everything finally stopped, I ejected my ticket and took it to the cashier’s booth. “I think I won, but I couldn’t figure out how much?” “Do you want to cash out?” “Uh…yeah.” The person seemed less than enthused to assist me. “How much did I win?” “One-thousand.” “One-thousand pennies?” “No, one-thousand dollars.” I covered my mouth and spoke into my palm. “Oh my God!” “Do you want it in fifties or hundreds?” “Um…hundreds.” She handed me a wad of cash, and I smelled it before running off to find Elec. As I made my way through the bright lights and chaos with the money burning a hole in my purse, I finally located him at one of the poker tables.
