The sad songo or Morongo
I went to Walmart with my brother and we randomly went to Morongo. I've never gambled before. I put a dollar in one of the machines, gone. Then my brother started to play Black Jack, and I got so impatient. I was like "wow. I'm so annoyed. Hurry up and lose your money and let's go." I was uncomfortable, I didn't want to wander off on my own. But I was forced to.
Another dollar in the machine. Don't know which button to press. Press "Cash Out." Get a receipt. What am I supposed to do with this? Stick it in my wallet. $20 in the machine. Gone. I notice a person put a receipt (or whatever it was, the ticket thing) in the money slot. Put the $1 receipt in, gone. $20 in the machine. Gone. I'm thru with gambling for the night. Find my brother. We leave.
It was depressing losing $40, but oh well. The good side is, at least it wasn't $60. My brother on the other hand, won the jackpot. He walked away with an extra $15, and used it right away to buy Del Taco for me and his friends. I need a job.
Another dollar in the machine. Don't know which button to press. Press "Cash Out." Get a receipt. What am I supposed to do with this? Stick it in my wallet. $20 in the machine. Gone. I notice a person put a receipt (or whatever it was, the ticket thing) in the money slot. Put the $1 receipt in, gone. $20 in the machine. Gone. I'm thru with gambling for the night. Find my brother. We leave.
It was depressing losing $40, but oh well. The good side is, at least it wasn't $60. My brother on the other hand, won the jackpot. He walked away with an extra $15, and used it right away to buy Del Taco for me and his friends. I need a job.