I’ve never considered myself a lucky or ‘tinny’ person when it’s come to games of chance, but when Gallagher pointed out a lone dollar on the floor of the pub this afternoon, I jumped at the chance to pick it up. “It’s a filthy floor dollar” he said. “Most currency is filthy, plus this is the dollar that will bring me in a winnings!” I said as I picked up the dollar off the ground. I’m just classy like that. We were at the Casino so the plan was to visit the keno station, then the cashiers booth before we left.
2.5 pints later and I am pretty damn merry. We’d eaten and celebrated a good mate’s birthday, said our goodbyes and were heading towards the pokies to make my lucrative pit stop. Yeh buddy, I was going to win big! haha. I gave up on trying to find a 5c machine (those are always in high demand) and put my chances on a $1 pokie. Joker Poker to be exact. All my dollar on one bet!
I sat down and put my money in. I was just about to press the button when the lady beside me tapped my shoulder. “You better be careful with your bag, if you hit my hip with it I’ll be in a lot of trouble” confused I looked down to see my umbrella handle poking out the side of the hand bag. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise”… Handbag not that near her, thinking that was a little strange… She then began to tell me about her hip. “It’s just been replaced. The slightest tap and it will do a world of damage”. A little surprised by her abruptness I looked back at the pokie machine and pressed the button.
Nothing. A loss. My miracle dollar is gone. I’m now a dollar poorer! Worst. Okay ready to go home now…
The lady next to me pipes up “that’s a dollar machine, you’re better off playing the 5c” I begin to tell her my story about how I found the dollar on the floor and how it was going to be lucky and I was going to win dammit! etc. We get to talking. She tells me how she comes here a lot and how everyone’s surprised when they find out she is 87. She mentions her health ailments and told me how she wasn’t interested in taking medicines or having operations to fix them, that when she is ready to pass when it’s her time. She tells me about her family, her daughters who bring her to and from the Casino and that she isn’t a big gambler, just enjoys a flutter.
What sparked me most was how she told me that going to the casino is like an escape for her. How when she is there, all her cares and worries go away. For a moment her health problems are eased and she can experience a realm of peace. It’s a social meeting place and it provides her with an array of new people and experiences.
It was this beautiful and careless discussion that bought me back to the same place I’ve been circling for some time now. As my previous post on “My Awakening” it hit the nail on the head, on how we use different things in our lives to distract ourselves, to evade the issues that are happening in our lives. In her case, to bring us a sense of peace and to enjoy our final moments on this earth.
This graceful serendipity and the buzz that I’m still experiencing from the awesome mimosas I’ve been drinking all afternoon has given me a sense of winning and happiness, I’m glad I picked up that dollar.