Adding to a recent thread about the vicissitudes of these little bandits, I had a happy experience for once, however briefly.  
   
   
 Recently I found myself in a position of having to use an unfamiliar ATM in a hotel lobby (Long story, don't ask.) and found that it only would distribute a maximum of $40, or so it said.   So I inserted my card and told it to fork over the $40, and it then began to spit out one, two, three? Jacksons!   Yup, that's what it did do!    I checked the receipt  to see what it said:   Yup, just $43,50 debited.    
   
   
 Even with the $3,50 service charge, this was the best pay out I ever got from a one arm (or no arm) bandit and began to look forward to a lucrative run as I started to reinsert my card.  
   
   
 However, it was not to be.   The screen on the machine at once started to resemble an EKG for someone in the throes of thrombosis.   I was even expecting it to self-destruct a la the rogue probe named Nomad for you Trekies  who might remember it from The Old Series, the Changeling.   Instead it just shut itself down.   Game over.  
   
   
 I must say, that it was a rare moment of satisfaction, if brief.   And I checked my bank account.   So far no attempt to claw back the Jackson.  
   
   
 For those unfamiliar with the Star Trek reference, I have a link below.   The good part starts at about 3 minutes in.