There’s just something about Vegas. Something magical. Something that can only be experienced. I feel this when, after hours of driving, I finally see the Strip hotels in the distance. I can’t wait for the assault on my senses as I set foot into the casino at my hotel.

This time something was missing.

Try as I might, I could not hear that sweet cacophony of coins falling from the slot machines!

I frantically examined every quarter slot I could find. All of them had their coin slot welded shut. My bag of quarters would go unplayed. I was sad.

It’s not that I particularly enjoy the losing experience of slot machines; but, when I’ve been on my feet all day, I find it enjoyable to drop in a few quarters and watch the wheels spin. I’m not about to put real, paper money into those one-armed bandits.