So there I was, drunker than a pig and sniveling to myself in the veterans club in the little mountain town. Jim walked in the door.
"Hey, Jim! Can I talk to you a minute."
"Sure. What about?"
"C'mon to the casino?" He followed me in.
I punched up the Jackpot Aces.
"You see that, Jim? Those meters are too high?"
"Well, we wanted to give out customers at least one good game to play."
"But that's too good, Jim. You gotta knick those meters down."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Well, we'll think about it." he said as he walked off.
I went back to the bar and downed some more shots. I seen Jim walk out the door for a cigarette. I jumped up and followed him out.
I walked out into the parking lot and said
"Hey, Jim! Step out here. I want to show you something."
"Yeah, what?" he said as he stepped out."
"You see that nice big sign up there" I said as I pointed to the top of the building. "If you don't knock those meters down on those three machines I'm gonna beat you out of $1000 a day until I own this place. Then I'm gonna take that sign down and put a nice big one up there that says Mickey's Joint."
"Who are you?" Jim asked.
"I'm a gambling consultant."
"From where?"
"Las Vegas, Nevada."
"What are you doing here?"
"I retired a couple years ago and moved to Great Falls."
"So you really think we have a problem."
"I know you have a problem."
"Okay, I'll get someone down here tomorrow."
"Thanks, Jim." I said as we walked back inside.
