I was in Reno about 5 months ago and decided to try and win some of the blue 2 for 1 strikes at the airport. After having very little luck, I was down to 1 credit left. I played the 1 credit and wouldn't you know it, 3 blue 7's lined up on the third row. I sat there stunned, no bells, no whistles, no money, no strikes, no nothing! I didn't even have another quarter on me to play it off, so anybody who walked by was able to see what an idiot I was for only playing 1 quarter. This played through my head the entire drive home from Reno. It took me a week and several cocktails before I could get up the nerve to tell my wife about the episode. Sometimes late at night I am still haunted by those 3 blue 7's.