Sometimes
I’ll invite my grown daughters and their husbands to go to Las Vegas
with me. I will never
take the two youngest unless we're on a road trip and Vegas is a
side stop. At the time, my youngest daughter was 18 and my youngest
son was 13. This was in
2005 and South West Airlines was running a great deal; $49 each way
from Tulsa, so the wife and I brought our two youngest kids with us.
When we got to Vegas we drove to an off-strip hotel because
we thought the kids might enjoy seeing a free aerial show there. As
we walked through the hotel the girl saw an ultra-lounge with a huge
line waiting to get in.
She begged me to let her go in and she wouldn’t stop bugging me
about it. In my wisdom,
I thought that with the line being so long and her only being 18,
she would never get in. I figured she could wait in line while we
finished the show so I said, “Sure. Get in line.” About 15 minutes
later we returned to the ultra-lounge line that looked to be 5 light
years long. No girl anywhere!
I ran up to the keeper of the velvet rope and asked him, “Did
you let my daughter in?”
He sarcastically answered, "I don't even know what she looks like."
I motioned toward my wife and said, "She looks a lot like
that woman standing next to the boy, but without the steam spewing
from her ears".
Evidently he's never watched National Geographic or saw someone gets
between a mama bear and her cub otherwise he would know that he was
about to be wearing his spleen as a hat.
He allowed me to ride the glass
elevator to the top of the casino to search for the girl.
The club was very dark and crowded. As I walked around I
became mesmerized by this bikini clad girl dancing on this lit up
coffee table. I couldn't find my daughter. I asked this guy that
looked like a bouncer, “How do I get out of here?”
In a thick Jersey accent with his arms wide open he said,
"What, you want to leave?” My
worst fears were realized. For a split second I thought that this
was a front where teenage girls and their 56 year old fathers are
kidnapped and sold into sex slavery.
On the ride down in the glass elevator I weighed my options;
I could throw myself to my death from this elevator or face my wife.
When I got downstairs I couldn’t find my wife and son. I
walked around and finally found them in a trance like state staring
at a bikini clad girl dancing above the bar. The 3 of us continued
walking through the casino until we finally found our daughter in a
hypnotic state staring at this bikini clad girl dancing above a
different bar. We must live a
sheltered life.
~Stoney 2005
As I
walked through a
strip casino I passed the craps tables and noticed
a show girl standing there wearing her outfit and hat. I walked up
to her and asked, “I’m curious, is your hat heavy?” She replied,
“Yes, it’s very heavy.” Then in a sultry voice she asked, “Do you
want to play craps?” I obediently nodded my head yes and in a meek
voice I said, "OK". Within 30 minutes I lost $600 on that craps
table. Then I went full tilt. Trying to chase my losses I went into
the High Limit room (without the showgirl) and tried playing
blackjack. In an hour I lost $5,400; so in 90 minutes I lost a total
of $6,000. This is not the worse gambling loss I've ever suffered
but it ranks right up there.
~Stoney
Damned If You Do & Damned If You Don't
In Las Vegas
prostitution is illegal. I know people come here thinking that
prostitution is legal but they’re actually thinking of nearby
counties that are an hour or so away from Las Vegas. Even though
it’s illegal we have a large amount of prostitutes and escort
companies. As a dealer you will see the same prostitutes hanging
around the same bars night after night. Or you will have a player
come up to the table with a prostitute you know and he will
introduce her as his niece or something. It’s so hard to keep a
straight face and accept their story.
One night I had
a player sit down at the table with a very beautiful young woman.
She was dressed in a long sparkly dark blue dress; she had blond
hair and a blue green eye shadow. The gentleman was much older; he
was in his 50’s or 60’s with grey hair and really winkled. He was
one of those types of men that didn’t age well. They sat down
together and he introduced her as his wife. After playing for a
couple hours he got up and went to the bathroom. While we were
waiting for him to come back she looked at her watch and said, “Oh,
we’re late for a dinner reservation. I’ll meet him at the bathroom
so we won’t be late.” She took his
chips and headed for the
bathroom. I was new to the industry so I didn’t think anything of
it. When the husband came back he was furious that she left and took
his money. That was when he admitted that she was a prostitute.
Nothing happened. Security couldn’t find the woman and the man lost
out on all his chips.
This happens more than you think; that’s why there’s a procedure for dealers to follow. I found out about this immediately after the last scenario. A dealer will never allow anyone to touch your money when you leave the table. This includes your wife, children and friends. I had one wife try to play with her husband’s chips while he was in the bathroom. She tried to play $100 per hand and before her husband was playing $25 per hand. I told her I couldn’t allow her to play with his money because he wasn’t there to authorize it. The wife was so mad she started screaming at me. When the husband came back and saw his wife upset he started screaming at me too. I couldn’t get a word in. It’s a double edge sword.
~Heather 2004
