Once on a trip to New Orleans, me and a couple of my buddies were walking around Bourbon Street, and I decided I wanted a daiquiri. There was a little open-air shop that sold them but the lady said I couldn't leave with it and I had to drink it there, so I sat down at one of the video poker machines in the place and out in a dollar's worth of quarters since I was running low on money. I had never gambled before in my life.
I bet 25 cents on the first two hands and didn't get anything, then on the third I got three of a kind and won a couple bucks. I bet another quarter and got five of a kind with a wild card, winning me about 25 bucks off of one quarter. So I stopped there and cashed out.
While I'm cashing out, I notice this black dude behind me cursing to himself and acting angry as he's walking out of the place, and the girl is trying not to smile to herself as she gives me the money, then she says, "Be careful on your way out." I aks her why and she says, "That guy has been sitting at that same machine for over an hour now pumping five dollars into it at a time and getting nothing, then you walk up right behind him and win five of a kind with a quarter. He's pissed."
I got the fuck out and we headed back home.