The Dimes Story

Garrett and I are eating in the Tropicana coffee shop before heading
over to the poker room.  After ordering, Garrett gets up to go by the
restroom.  When he returns, he's laughing almost out of control but
manages to pass on this story.

He's washing up, when a guy comes in with one of those plastic cups
for slot coins.  It's full, practically to the brim, with dimes.  As
Garrett would say, you just don't understand how many dimes this is.
This is a *lot* of dimes.

He calls to his friend, "Hey [name lost to posterity], look what I..."
and trips.

[insert sound of cascade of dimes here]

Dimes are everywhere.  The floor of the bathroom is littered with dimes.
And everyone in the restroom is helpless with laughter.  The dimes are
even under the stalls where guys are shoving them out with their feet
in between cackles.

Las Vegas.  Where one minute you're raking in a jackpot, and the next
you're picking up dimes from the bathroom floor.