It is impossible to win on these machines, I thought. Playing an airport slot machine is basically throwing away money, I was certain. But, I had a long layover between flights and was looking for a way to pass the time. I could see the neon glow of the Las Vegas Strip through the windows, but I did not have enough time to make that trip. Despite my doubts, then, I sat down at a quarter machine near my gate and dropped in one dollar. That was all that I would spend, I assured myself. If nothing else, I would not be out much money. I sat at the machine and, every few seconds, pressed the blinking button that sent the rolls spinning. I would win. . . then lose. . . then win the small sum that I was playing. When I looked and saw that I actually was ahead, I decided to q...
A truthful and often amusing take on travel . . . and life, in general.