So this isn't how I imagined my first hand pay would go. Yesterday I was at Pechanga in Temecula. I was wandering around and playing the slots and sat on a machine with a 2 dollar max bet. I will just sit here a few minutes I told myself win a nice little bonus round, and move on. Well "somehow" 300 dollars later I had yet to hit a bonus. Well, I have this fun little habit of chasing my losses. I mean I am not sure if there is worse habit in the world to have, but boy am I good at it. And by good at it, I mean the absolute worst at it. So, anyways, every time I am at P Town and I lose a little, I follow the same routine. I head to the high limit slots and I play those Game King machines that have black jack on it. Max bet is 100 per hand and you can play up to 10 credits so the absolute max in any one hand is 1K. Well, since I was down 300, I had planned on putting in 300, winning and being even. (For the record, that's just my plan. Usually I put in the money, get 19, have the dealer show a picture, hit stand, have the dealer flip over something super fun like a 3, than hit a 7 and lose. Next move is curse myself out as I walk to my car or just roll up into the fetal position right there on the flow and cry myself to sleep) Anyways, so the normal plan is to play whatever I lost. For once though, I said you know what, let's just go for it. So, I had 700 more in my pocket and having sliding all the Benjamin's in there, I had a grand total of 7 credits. I said to myself - I got this. And after being dealt a 15, I said "Self, you ain't got this". But a glimmer of hope! The dealer has a 6 showing. Nothing like getting to hit stand and saying well, all I need is the machine not to screw me. So I hit stand and said don't screw me. (The man next me raised an eyebrow at that one...fortunately he didn't raise anything else.) Dealer flips a picture for 16 and than a 9 and for those of you not very well versed in the rules of blackjack, 25 is a few too many. Bang winner. So I search for the cash out button on the machine I normally leave with my tears and a small piece of my soul on, and hit it. No ticket. Hmmm, well I quickly googled the rules of black jack to ensure that I had actually one, and once that was confirmed I said okay machine, I'd like to cash out now. It just looked at me. (Maybe the machine was as surprised as I was that I had actually won for once?) So I hit the button again, and it locked up. It said right in the middle JACKPOT 1400. The slot attendant was there in about 1.2 seconds and said congratulations. I said thanks, and is this the normal protocol when someone chases their losses and actually wins? She gave me the same look the machine did. I said to her, hey so what's the deal here, I bet 700, I won 700, now I'm not math expert, but don't I have to win more than 1199 to get a hand pay? She said sir, it says you won 1400. I said ma'am I mean, I only won 700. We did this dance for a while before her boss showed up and than we did the hot new dance that's shaping the nation called "But but but, I really only won 700". He was firm in his stance, that because the machine says WIN 14 (14 units at 100 a pop) that it's a hand pay and I have to do the tax info. I mean that kind of stinks doesn't it? Obviously I am happy and all that jazz, but I kept thinking to myself, boy when I imagined my first hand pay happening, I saw myself running laps around the casino, and maybe the parking lot, not having a friendly discussion about what winning 700 and 1400 really means. Signed, A happy chaser who planned on writing 3 sentences and somehow wrote a long winded story that could have been summed up in 3 sentences.