I have lots of stories and observations about the casino life since I started dealing on the tables. The problem is there are too many and I rarely seem to get the chance to sit down and write posts on my blog these days though I am working on it. I know I have enough material to write a few of these stories down so there will be more to come.
The Tightest Man on Earth
There is this one man (Mr Tight Arse) who really is cheap. The kind who will buy in for £5 on a roulette table, play a 50 pence chip every 20 minutes for like 10 hours during that time ordering multiple free cups of tea and neither tipping the valets serving him or the dealers if he wins anything decent. Most customers don’t tip anyways when they make a decent profit but this guy just gripes me and don’t get me started when it’s just him on my roulette table on my own 🙄. Well a week before Christmas, I was on a “no game” blackjack table and in my line of sight was Mr Tight Arse on a roulette table. For someone with his betting style he was on a roll, betting more chips than usual and at one point had £100+ of chips in front of him. He eventually took the chips and cashed them out leaving a 50p chip behind, I had noticed but the Dealer at the roulette did not due to him dealing to other customers. After Mr Tight Arse cashed out his chips he left the casino. The Dealer from the first table spotted the chip and told his Inspector that it belonged to Mr Tight Arse but because he had already left the Inspector told him to keep it as a tip. I have always been told only keep tips if a customer directly gives it to you, otherwise just leave the chip on the table or if instructed by a higher ranking member of staff to keep it. About 3 hours later I have just returned to the gaming floor when I see Mr Tight Arse arguing with the manager about why we stole his 50p whilst the manager was reviewing camera footage of the table. Jesus Christ, the man wins a few quid, leaves and then comes back knowing full well he left 50p behind. He’s either a tight fisted moron or a pathetic shit stirrer. Sadly the Dealer and Inspector in question got a bollocking off the manager.
Mr “Never Busts”
So the past 2 occasions I have dealt to this guy on blackjack. He doesn’t win very much or anything at all, but he never loses either. He’s a pleasant enough customer, he will buy in for £40 or so on a £3 min blackjack table and he will go up and down holding no more than £70 (£30 profit). But whenever he is down to his last few pounds, he will always win that hand. He pulls 21 and I only got 20, he somehow pulls a 7 card totaling 19 against my Ace and I pull an anti climactic 6 totalling 17. Now what makes this worse is that on the second occasion last week he was the only customer playing on my table. Nothing is worse than dealing a game to a single player where they only play the table minimum every hand, especially when you are doing a long stint (in this case 1 hour 40 minutes) on the table at 3am and you’re tired as hell wishing this guy would leave the table (regardless winning or losing) so you can chill out on a “no game” table.
My “Polish Elsa”
(Let’s call her) Elsa who works at the casino is absolutely one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. She’s kind, funny, affectionate (one of my favourite people to hug she’s so delicate and smells ever so lovely) and gives as good as she gets lol. It’s a shame she is married and has children 😞. If I ever had a woman like Elsa in my life I would consider myself a very lucky man. I’ll make that my 2019 resolution lol.