I am forgetting things more often these days, so my monthly calendar is getting more and more crowded as I use it constantly to prop up my faltering memory. But last week even my calendar let me down, and I was ready to check myself into an Alzheimer’s facility.
Here’s the story. My host at one of my favorite casinos had been able to get me into a sweepstakes drawing even though I hadn’t been mailed an invitation. (This is one of the reasons to have good relationships with casino hosts!) I had planned our schedule for this event carefully, putting the information on my trusty calendar that we would earn double entries for our play on Thursday. It would make sense to do all our play on that day instead of spreading it out over the 3 days of the event since double entries would improve my chances to cash in the drawing.
So Wednesday I stayed home for an “organizing” day so Brad and I would be free to put in some major play on Thursday. When we got to the casino on Thursday, I went to VIP to get a marker and we were discussing the sweepstakes. I mention that we were looking forward to earning double entries to give us a better shot at the drawing. One of the executives there said, “Oh, that was yesterday, not today.”
I was sure he was wrong, “I have it on my calendar that it is today.”
He pulled out an informational sheet that the employees were given and sure enough it said that double entries could be earned on Wednesday.
“But how did I have it on my calendar for Thursday?”
The executive was sympathetic and even rummaged around until he found an official invitation – the one I hadn’t received – and I read once again that double entries would be given only on Wednesday. (That was the first day of the event, and it made sense because it encourages out-of-towners to come in earlier and perhaps give the casino more play if they stay an extra day.)
I left the VIP room very disheartened and when I got back to where Brad was saving our two SpinPoker machines, I was really fuming and so mad at myself for making another of the stupid mistakes that seemed to be more frequent for me these days. Some of my mistakes or memory lapses are just inconvenient and sometimes they are silly, and Brad and I just have a laugh about them. But this one wasn’t funny at all – and it might result in the loss of some major money.
Brad said we couldn’t cry over spilt milk and we couldn’t change the situation, so we better just start playing and forget about it – maybe we would get called in the drawing anyway, with the entries we would earn that day.
I started playing but I couldn’t shake my disappointment and I was still upset that I could have made such a stupid mistake. We always play 9/6 JoB on these machines so I was playing mechanically, my mind not on the game but trying to figure out how and why I had made such a major calendar blunder.
Suddenly my machine locked up and I saw four 3’s. Great! Since we were playing $2, a dealt quad (on 9 lines) would pay $2250. That was a great start to this session – a bit of a cushion for this volatile game. But then I saw the little box that comes up, telling what you hit and I saw a whole bunch of words – it went away so fast that all I could read was “2,3,4 with….” And then there flashed, in big bold numbers, $14,400! I looked at the screen again and I saw that not only had I been dealt four 3’s but the 5th card was an Ace!
I knew exactly then what had happened but I double-checked the name of the game I was playing – of course, it was Double Double Bonus!! I had been so upset when I sat down that I hadn’t checked that I had the machine on JoB. That is usually the final thing I check before I start playing since I know many machines default to DDB when there has been no play for while.
Brad and I just looked at each other in utter disbelief. I said that there must be one VP god who has been charged with taking care of seniors with failing memories
There is a PS to this story. I found out the next day, checking the e-mail invitation from my host, that he had given me the wrong date for double entries. When I drew this to his attention, he was able to rectify his error and give me double entries for my Thursday play after all.
It would be a real storybook ending if I could report that my name was called in the sweepstake drawing. But it wasn’t. However, I was happy that the calendar mistake wasn’t my fault – and I probably can delay for quite awhile checking into a home for the senile. And a $12,150 “mistake” in my favor will make this whole episode a very happy memory for a long time.
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