Don’t fly in on a Sunday. Play in heavily trafficked areas. Always use a player card. Never use a player card. As soon as anyone heard we were dashing off to Sin City this past December, advice on how to beat the odds in Las Vegas bubbled over.
Want the best odds of returning home with lots of money after a jaunt to Las Vegas? Don’t get off the plane. I know full well that stepping foot in a casino is akin to lighting my
dollars quarters nickels pennies on fire. But the cacophony of blazing neon, screaming bells, victorious whoops, and defeated sighs is too much of a siren song for me to resist. While I certainly did not win big, I left with some interesting lessons after sitting one seat away from a winning slot machine on this past vacation.
It’s Hard to be Genuinely Happy for Others
While I’d like to think I’m a good person, maybe I’m not. When I plopped myself down in front of the Goldfish slot machine and fished out a $10 bill, I was happy. Even though I knew I would lose this money and then some, I was happy. Then, I watched a woman slide over to the machine next to me, push in a twenty-dollar bill, and win over $100. I was no longer happy. I was gobsmacked. Sure, I smiled and clapped for her in her excitement until her friends came over and could celebrate with sincere gusto. But I wasn’t actually happy that she won. I was annoyed that I didn’t.
I know comparison robs joy from everyone. I know my momma raised me better. But sometimes it’s hard to be genuinely happy for other people. Maybe I’m a giant jerkface, maybe it’s human nature. But spending time in Vegas reminded me of how important it is to cheer on other people and mean it. Life is about so much more than our own experiences. There’s no reason to hope we don’t all win big.
People’s Stories are Private
I know exactly one fact about that winning machine. The woman put in $20 and left with over $100. I know not because she told me, but because I saw it happen. I have no idea how long she’d been playing. Maybe this was her first half hour on a casino floor in her entire life. Maybe she had already been in Vegas for a handful of days or the better part of a week. Maybe she is a local who plays before or after her work shift every day. Perhaps she wins thousands and only puts in a few hundred. Perhaps she wins hundreds but puts in a few thousand. I’ll never know.
What we see when we meet someone very rarely tells us the whole story. Of course, we make judgments and assumptions, inferences and hypotheses. Even if someone starts to connect the dots for us, we’ll never know everything. While it might be really easy to dismiss or exalt someone based on a single encounter, that’s a fool’s errand. In fact, you probably have better odds at the craps table than figuring out a person’s life story.
There’s No Such Thing as Luck
Las Vegas is brilliant — not just the blinding lights, but the masterminds who have engineered the entire concept. Let’s make losing money fun. So much fun that people will want to come back. Not just once, but yearly. In fact, let’s add so many bells and whistles that many people will make the pilgrimage several times a year. Everybody wants to get lucky. Vanguard could take a lesson from Vegas.*
When the woman stood up from the slot machine, she giggled to her companions, and they hugged her and screeched. Like football players entering an arena, they tried to high-five other gamblers who lined the aisle on the way to the exit, shouting about her good luck. There’s no such thing as luck. All of those squawking machines are computers in disguise. Mathematics, probability, patterns, and programming, yes. Luck, no. The sooner we realize that life has very little to do with luck, the better.
Knowing When to Walk Away is a Skill
That woman got up and left as soon as she won big. Perhaps she went out to dinner. Maybe she went to a nightclub. For all I know, she went back to her hotel room, packed her bags, taxied out to McCarran International Airport, and left Las Vegas a bonafide winner. If she’s anything like Mr. P, though, she strolled over two aisles and found another one-armed bandit to gobble up her winnings and then some.
If I’ve learned anything watching Mr. P become transfixed by the bells and cherries and sevens, it’s how difficult it is to walk away. I’m usually never up enough to do anything other than simply lose the $10 I started with, but I’ve seen Mr. P quadruple his money in one pull of the lever. However, because his is a perpetual quest to hit it big one more time, very rarely does he leave with anything. Losing $10 might sting a little. Winning $40 and then losing $50 stings a lot more. Whether it’s a slot machine or another insurmountable obstacle, knowing when to walk away is a skill that would serve us all well to master.
I Have More than I Realize…Much More
My first instinct when I saw that woman toddle away with her hundred dollars was to wonder, Why not me? And then I mentally tallied up all the different things that I would have done with that money. But the further I followed that train of thought, the more grateful I became. I could afford to gamble away some money. I had the fortitude to walk away. Beyond that, we also had the insight to gift a trip to ourselves instead of more stuff for Christmas. We had the resources to make the trip really affordable. Most importantly, we had the ability to plan a vacation knowing full well we would come back financially poorer but richer in experience.
It is so easy to get caught up in the successes of others and shortchange ourselves. It is especially difficult when those successes are so visible, so applauded. Nothing I have ever earned came with bells, flashing lights, and extra IRS forms to report my winnings. But I have a lot, much more than I often allow myself to realize.
*Bogel, you did a lot of things right. But man, think of the missed opportunities with that login page.
So Tell Me…Have you ever been to Vegas? Have you ever found yourself learning lessons in strange places?