North Dakota has very modest casinos (excluding the Native American reservation ones), that hotels and bars can operate if the State assigns a non-profit agency to them as a recipient of part of the profits. Aside from the usual pit games, some of the games involve various kinds of "pull-tabs" that are small tickets dispensed from a vending machine. You pull back a tab to reveal symbols like a slot machine would have, that determine if you've won. The prizes are small, usually not more than $250.
I had arranged to meet a gay couple at such a bar in Minot, while on university business there. When I arrived they were already at the bar, and each of them had of large pile of opened pull-tabs in front of them. Curious, I asked how to play. They directed me to a vending machine, and I was surprised that each ticket containing 3 pulls cost one dollar. These guys must have already spent at least a hundred dollars, searching for the few elusive winners in each pack of several thousand tickets, in various amounts from $10 up.
So I thought $1.00 was enough for the novelty. Back at the bar I pulled the first of the 3 tabs on my ticket, and asked the bartender what 3 bars meant. He checked the chart and it was $150, the largest amount for a single pull.
One of the gay guys got quite upset that I had immediately won "big" with my first and only ticket, while they had not. He reached over and literally grabbed the ticket out of my hand to verify, and then he pulled back the second tab himself, much to my annoyance.
It wasn't a winner, and his partner got mad at him for his bad manners, and ordered him to give me back my ticket. I pulled the remaining tab and saw 3 lemons. They were worth $100, making the total $250, the largest prize that particular game offered. Again this one guy was upset, even mad at me, convinced that ticket would have been his, since nobody else was buying tickets from that machine until I came along.
I felt bad about it, and when the bartender paid out the cash I got us all pizzas and a couple of rounds, to share my good fortune. But that wouldn't satisfy that one guy, and he was in a foul mood for the rest of the night. Next time I was in town I didn't look them up. And never played pull-tabs again, figuring I'd never get that lucky again, getting a 250 return on the only dollar I spent.