The fifty-something lab technician swabbing my arm before a routine test this past May nodded toward the symbol on my T-shirt. “Did you get that at Foxwoods?” she asked, referring to one of two Indian casinos in the region. I shook my head. “It’s from New Mexico. Do you go to Foxwoods often?” She nodded. Then, after a moment, with just the two of us in the room, she lowered her head and said softly, “I am in so much trouble with the machines.”
“What kind do you play?” I asked.
“Penny slots,” she replied.
“How can you get in trouble playing penny slots?”
“I play fifty lines at a time,” she said. In other words, she wasn’t betting a penny with every press of the button. She was betting fifty cents. No wonder her losses were adding up. http://www.firstthings.com/article/2009/11/gambling-with-lives
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