Every time our 20 cent bet paid off 15-60 cents with whiz bang bells, he looked our way. Not lovingly. When our 7s lined up and we hit a BIG jackpot of $8.00 (oh wow!) he craned his neck to see the tally. Then he turned away, looked at the man on the stool to his left, and muttered loudly, "Been sitting here two hours and haven't won a jackpot." Out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement. He clenched and unclenched his jaw. I don't like to sit by frustrated gamblers. I had to keep an eye on this guy.
She invaded my space with her extended left hand. "Look! What is WRONG with me?"
On second thought, hubby did walk out with fifteen bucks out of his twenty, so that was our pay off.