At the land based casino, want to play a bit of roulette. 7 is the jackpot number. The wheel is spinning so my friend, friend of the stream Chewbaacke, and I throw down £20. “£20 straight up 7”,
”Sorry sir, there are already 5 people on the table, you can’t place any bets”
*rattle.. rattle* “red 7”
We can’t believe it, just been denied a huge win. We steam off towards the door angrily but then swing a right and walk past the slots and back round to the roulette. Rabbit hunting.
”Can’t be 7 again”
*rattle.. rattle* “red 7”
“Oh my god” we both said. We’ve just missed out on the double up.
*rattle.. rattle* “red 7”
As we all know they leave the money on the number that’s just paid, when you win you pump it up, so we are looking at about £5000 that we didn’t win.
At this point some people leave the table so we walk over. It can’t be 7 again, what are we even doing at the table? There are another group of lads at the table that have been there for hours so we chat with them. They have just seen what happened.
”Why didn’t you just get me to put it ok for you?”
Shoulda, coulda, woulda mate.
”What’s your jackpot number then?” I asked this guy, who was the biggest bettor of the group.
“2, but it hasn’t hit all day”
”£20 on 2”
*rattle.. rattle* “2 black”
We all go nuts and knock over a whole table of drinks. Redemption.