I wore this to work two days last week and didn’t think I had anything to report, however, looking back on the first day, I did have a supervisor that told me not to worry about being late 10 minutes. This particular supervisor is known for being relentlessly intolerant in such matters. I had two earlier work related case contacts with her and I was at 80mcgs of P124 at the time. Was that P124 compliance or just that I am very seldom late and that she might trust me? 
Saturday I took the ltr to a Casino and was phero free until we arrived. After a visit to the Men’s Room I was at 120mcgs. Now the bar doesn’t open til 11:30 so I’m stuck trying to minimize my losses on the penny slots for a while. I sit down at one machine and stick $10 in it. It’s not letting me lose too fast and helping pass the time. Then I hit 100 bonus spins.
The guy in the next seat downwind of me gets excited, “Wow! You’re lucky!” I said something about it was a rare occurrence and that I was just killing time until the bar opened. He sassed me back in a friendly way, “Is that what it takes to win? You’re playing just waiting for the bar to open? I’ve been playing and haven’t had any luck! What’s your system or won’t you tell?” I just shrugged my shoulders. 
A little later I hit the 100 bonus spins again and that gentleman next to me says, “Wow! Aren’t you special! How do you do it? What’s your system? Won’t you tell?” I explained that it was a fluke, that the house always wins, it is random chaos and this in no way makes up for what I have lost over the last few months. Further - it is not a reflection of my skill, talent, a system of rubbing the screen, carrying a lucky charm or having divine favor. It is random.
Then I expressed my frustration in a sassy manner, saying, “This fool machine is keeping me away from the bar!” 
When it was done with the last 100 free spins, I cashed out for a little over $50. Got out of my chair and told him, “If I see you at the bar, I’ll buy you a couple and we can talk since my bar bill has just been paid.”
As I left, he took my seat at that machine and I never saw him at the bar. Probability dictates that he lost.
Please, don’t any of you think that P124 has an effect on slot machines! Exogenous communication modulation will not have an effect on sealed semiconductor logic and any electromechanical apparatus. At this time in the evolution of the computational machinery of gaming, there is no environmental interface to atmospheric chemical analysis or any link to responsive behavioral integration. 
So the bar opened and I stopped off at the Men’s Room to up the P124 another 120mcgs. Then I went to spend 11:30 to 3:00 with the only barmaid there, Miss L., a beauty with long dark hair and brown eyes – part German and Sicilian-wearing a Casino bar uniform - a very nice “push-up” leather vest. I do like to see them jiggle!
When I do these solo expeditions, I try to quiet any of my personality and just observe self-effects with minimum interaction and look for anything attributable to the product by itself.
During all the time I was sitting at the bar, Miss L seemed quite attentive and talkative. She expressed her views with me on the recent political figure caught with a mistress in a very sassy matter-of-fact way. I just shrugged my shoulders.
At one time I ordered an 80 proof whiskey because I had just used my Swiss Army Knife to open up a blister on my finger and had no triple antibiotic with me. (I had microwaved a jar of peanut butter the day before and burned myself trying to remove some residual foil from the rim of the jar.) She caught me pouring a little bit onto my finger and asked, “Is there something in the drink?”.
I explained the blister and that I was trying to do some preventative disinfecting with the 80 Proof drink.
Well, she went and got me a Band-Aid to cover it!
What was that? Customer service? P124 induced concern/compliance?
Drove home with the ltr and all that leftover P124 on me. When we got home I put a patch on the leak in the air mattress. It was a long day so I took a shower and went downstairs to check my email. I heard the shower turn back on upstairs, but went about my business. I logged off when I was finished and went back upstairs to brush my teeth. I arrived in the bedroom and the ltr was sitting on the bed. I asked her if she had an enjoyable day and she took off her shirt and bra and hugged me.
A little later the new air mattress patch popped off.
What was that? No carnations? No Love Song? No Romance? Just get down and whoopie? I like it!
To be continued.
