Another reason to avoid both Indiana and the slots.
And you thought the toilets were bad.
i know a lot of addictive personalities who are also germaphobes, i wonder which would win out.
i feel unclean just thinking about this.
Must stop.

"It was an ordeal," Kibiloski said. "Nobody should have to go through that."

Sure, it's gross. Yes, you should have had more assistance from the staff. But ordeal? Please. Grow up, dude. You're 60 years old, I'd think you'd be happy to get a little lady fluid on your ass, for once.

I guess when you go to a casino, you gamble.

He's right, though. This was a case of nobody wanting to touch the smelly customer. Maybe they thought HE did it, from the way they treated him.

"She said they "dropped the ball" because they have a procedure to immediately remove broken and soiled chairs from the gaming floor."

Ideally, humans should be better than this. Having a procedure to remove broken and soiled chairs from the gaming floor should be a problem in a kindergarten classroom or maybe a retirement community.

Thank you, Stadium Gal!

Someone remind me to kill myself the day I find some activity so engrossing that I decide to just let it fly right there rather than stop and go to the restroom.

They are really doing some bang-up behavioral engineering on those slots, man. They trapped the previous player so good that she couldn't even get away to pee.

Compulsive gamblers sometimes wear adult diapers to avoid having to leave a slot machine or gaming table where they expect a payoff, the experts say.

Maybe casino towns will start curbing sales of Sudafed, spray paint, and greynaps:

"Miss Allyson, tell us. Why do you wear Depends?"
"Fuck — I ain't incontinent. I was on a roll, baby!"

Maybe casino towns will start curbing sales of Sudafed, spray paint, and greynaps

I was going to comment on Indiana casinos until I realized that I'm not really familiar with this one, which is way down south. I guess I'm going to do it anyway.

They built a handful of casinos in Gary, which is very near where my extended family lives. There is no single worse place in the country to build a casino -- it's been among the poorest (if not the poorest) cities in the US for many years. The ostensible reason the gaming companies cited, of course, is that it's the closest to Chicago they could get, legally.

But come on, a freakin' casino in Gary, Indiana? It's soooo depressing. More so than most other casinos, the ones there are populated with people who are spending their last few bucks hoping to win next month's rent.

Don't get me wrong -- I lurve me a casino, and I'm not anti-poor-people. But putting casinos in poor communities is a very, very irresponsible thing. (It's bad for the locals, of course -- not for Harrah's and Trump, et al. Well, bad for the majority of the locals -- the ones not employed by the casino. And casinos don't hire felons, so in a town like Gary, you can't really use the Jobs Jobs Jobs argument to advocate for their existence.)

I wouldn't be surprised if it's the same situation in Southern Indiana.

Which really has nothing to do with someone peeing their pants. But anyway.

I'd wager that the casinos in Gary are somewhere near the middle, depressingness-wise. I figure that, from most depressing to least, it probably goes something like: Tunica, West Virginia, Foxwoods, Gary, Reno, Atlantic City, Las Vegas.

(Okay, after checking Wikipedia, let's just say that there are many, many more casinos than I expected. I still think Gary's probably in the middle, though.)

I knew there was a reason I hated slot machines.

Compulsive gamblers sometimes wear adult diapers to avoid having to leave a slot machine or gaming table where they expect a payoff, the experts say.
Which makes me wince because, with slot machines, you have no better chance of winning no matter how long you sit there. It's pure probability with no skill or outside influences whatsoever. It's only people who don't understand this that get all possesive about the machine they are using. It makes me sad.

Hey danf, did you follow your link to the beer belly?