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Now, today's first story comes from I-GAS model who says,

I'm the asshole for telling a friend's friend that he couldn't keep the jackpot that he hit on my antique slot machine.

About $700.

Had a party at my house last night. I have an antique slot machine from the 1940s that is in absolutely spotless and working condition in my living

room. My step-grandma was a showgirl. She got it while dating a count room guy prior to

meeting my grandpa. Over the years, people have played it and maybe won a few

quarters here and there, maybe a max of $50 at a time. As far as I know, the jackpot was never

hit on it, so however it works, there was probably about $700 in the jackpot reserve that had built up

over the years. I've never bothered to have it cleaned out since it just seemed like a fun novelty.

Well, her friend's friend hit the jackpot last night.

I was fucking flawed when he legit thought he could keep my $700.

His case was he'd been playing with his own money and I would have kept his quarters.

My argument was I'd be happy to give him his quarters back if he'd asked, but I'm not a casino,

and while I'm not destitute, I can't afford to give someone $700.

Argument caused the party to wind down and one of my best guy friends basically told the guy,

he'd be in real shit if you try to leave with the money, but the guy left threatening to come back with the cops and sue me in small claims court.

I have no idea if that was realistic, but no cops came back.

So, was I the asshole, but not letting him keep the money?

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