I Have Become A Fuddy Duddy

Maybe this term escapes you, it means old and kind of jaded. Not fun to be with anymore. Or something like that.

We went to Harrah's Casino in Tunica, MS. The lights and sounds of a casino used to ramp up my excitment and get my blood going. I could not wait to put money in the slot machines, press the buttons and watch the wheels go round. Visions of Jackpots were in my eyes. The thrill was palpable. With each spin of the machine my hopes for the big payoff had me stuck to the seat and my eyes glued to the dancing screen before me.

I loved the sounds the casinos made. The musical machines, the spinning wheels, the clanging of someone winning big. I knew it would happen to me as soon as I sat down.

Over the years the excitment had been tempered by a lot of losses. The $20.00 I allotted myself went faster and faster. There have been a few times I cashed out with $50.00 and was ecstatic for my win.

Joe gave me $20.00 tonight and it was gone before he finished his business in the bathroom. While I waited for him I found more enjoyment in playing a "Brain Game" on my iPhone than wanting to put more money in a machine.

When Joe came out of the bathroom we headed for the escalator to go up and eat. On the way I saw a penny Wheel of Fortune game area with an enormous spinner that was, more or less, communal. Everyone sitting around this huge wheel would get a chance for their shot at the big Bonus Spin.

We decided to give it a try after we ate.

$40.00 later we walked away having had thirty minutes of entertainment and ready to leave.

The alure is gone. The bright lights and musical machines are just noise now and no longer beckon me to sit for a while.

I've become jaded - a Fuddy Duddy.

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