--- In vpFREE@yahoogroups.com, "Mickey" <mickeycrimm@...> wrote:
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> The next morning I woke up all sick, sober and sorry. I got cleaned up then headed back to the veterans club. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the bar where I could see into the casino. A coule of seats down sat the slot attendents husband. He was giving me a steely glare. I looked into the casino and a slot tech was on one of the machines. Jim was standing there looking over his shoulder.
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> I turned back around and sipped my coffee. Then I got a tap on the shoulder. It was Jim.
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> "The technician says you're right, Mickey."
> "Where you gonna set the meters?" I asked
> "We're gonna put the Four Aces on $200 and the Aces Full on $50."
> "That's good, Jim."
> "I took a look at the numbers this morning. We've been losing money on those machines for over two months."
> "Well, this should solve your problem, Jim."
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> The slot attendents husband, who could hear the conversation, was still giving me the steely glare.
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> "C'mon into the casino" Jim said. "I'll introduce you to the technician."
> "No, No, Jim. No need for that."
> "Well, anyway, thanks Mickey" he said as he walked away.
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> I looked over at the slot attendents husband. He was still giving me the steely glare.
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> "Stare all you want, Puke!" I said to him. Then I got up and walked out the door.
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> This story is dedicated to Corporal Cecil Lane Crimm, USMC, killed in action 21 July 1944. The uncle I never met. I live the freedom he fought and died for.
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Nice story Mickey
