Yes, after all this time I was walked into the security office at Harvey's Central City. BUT!! They couldn't have taken away a better person to stand on a soap box and "sell" the slot card collecting hobby. Was I scared? I was shaking in my boots, but they didn't see it. Right away they asked for an ID--now I know they didn't think I was under age. Ha! They asked if I had a slot card. They knew I did, as I was playing a machine when they asked me to follow them into the tiny dark interrigation room with one chair and a desk. I think I saw this part on America's most wanted. Well, they then asked if I had other cards in my purse. Ok, time for me to get off that chair and onto the soap box making me a bit taller than the 6 foot 5 inched 3 cops who were holding their badges in my face. I handed them a businees card for PACK, and lucky me, I was meeting with Steve to get the price guide, and had his PACK letter in my purse. I also pointed out the ad in the PACK for the new price guide, which we took back to show them after Steve did arrive, delivering the guide to me. Halfway through my slot card "sell", I had them leaning against the walls, and desk, asking me if I needed cards from Cripple Creek, and one guy even told me he'd look to see which cards he had at home. Well, to make this long story shorter, I walked out of that room needing a tall glass of water, but with cards in my purse! Looks like my time had run out. At least they weren't Indians like the time they hauled Daryl away!! That really gave my heart a jump start!!! Pat