Strangest Souvenir

'Missionary by trade, world traveler by default', blogger Jamie Fehr narrates a story of how he was enticed to get a membership card to a casino in Malta:

..I was in Malta for top secret missionary business and while there I realized that I might like to buy something. To do that, a prerequisite is money, Maltese money to be exact. So I inquired at the front desk of the hotel in which I was staying as to where I might find an ATM, and they told me that I could find one in the casino, which was down at the end of some long shady hallway. I went for a walk (the truth is that I was accompanied by several friends/coworkers but for the intents and purposes of this story as I relate it to you, I acted alone) and when I finally arrived at the casinos hotel entrance, I asked the lady at that desk where I might be able to find an ATM, and she also informed me that it was IN the casino and that I couldn’t get to it unless I was a casino member.

So I asked her if membership costs money, she said no and proceeded to very quickly make me a membership and about 30 seconds later, I had a membership card and was in the casino scouting for this ATM that was supposedly IN the casino. When I couldn’t find it I asked a guy at a roulette table where it might be, and he told me it was located in the casino main entrance. I went to the main entrance, and still didn’t see this phantom ATM. So I asked the lady that was working that desk and she told me it was just out the door and a few steps up the street. I followed her directions and sure enough, there it was, fully accessible to the general public. I don’t really wonder why I was repeatedly told that it was IN the casino, but I really wished the staff of the Dolmen Hotel could have been up-front with me.