Reminds me of a cantankerous Porsche I once owned. For no reason that car suddenly rolled into me, pinning me to the locked driveway gate. And no matter how much I yelled at it, Porsche refused to back up. OK, I've got my Kid tightly by the hand ("Daddy, Daddy, stop!") but I don't think I'll make the festive event. Somebody will come away with some good casino memorabilia for sure.