Through the first leg of our travels I had acquired a large collection of quarters that I was excited to drop in the gaping maw of a one-armed bandit.
They apparently “don’t do” that anymore. Instead you hand in bills and get a “ticket” which you insert in a machine.
Man. That sucks. Half the fun of the slots was the visceral dropping metal in experience, to say nothing of that stained metal fingertip you got at the end.