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cutting the 6 decks in half It was the start of my shift and I was dealing 6-deck blackjack that day. I had a 45 year old Asian guy on my table, alone, playing $1,000 when I arrived. We played for 15 minutes and he was extremely sporadic with his betting. He would bet $1,000 one hand and then go down to $10, then up to $500, and down to $25. When I had to shuffle he went to the bathroom and my floorman, Tom, came over to me as soon as he was out of hearing distance. “Cut the deck in half,” Tom said. “What? What do you mean cut the deck in half?” I responded. I have never heard of that before. We have a specific place where we are supposed to cut and it was 1 ½ decks. He was asking me to cut 3 decks. That is unheard of because then you are shuffling more and the house gets less money that way. Well when the Asian guy came back I let him cut the deck and then I did as Tom said and I put the cut card in 3 decks from the back and started dealing. The Asian guy kept changing he’s bets from $10 to $1,000 and everything in between. He didn’t play consistently either. Sometimes he would hit a 16 when I had a 10 showing and sometimes he wouldn’t. After about 30 minutes, 2 Las Vegas Metro police officers and a security guard came up to the table. Nobody said one word. The Asian guy looked up, stood up, placed his hands behind his back, got handcuffed and walked out of the casino. The security guard took his chips and went to the cage. Not one word at all. I think my mouth was hanging open. “What the hell just happened?” I asked Tom. “That was one of the M.I.T. guys. They are blacklisted from playing in Las Vegas. The facial recognition software in our camera’s spotted him and called the police. That’s why he was playing like that and that is why I told you to cut the deck in half. He is one on the best card counter’s out there.” “What are they going to do with his money,” I asked. He had about $35 to $40 thousand dollars there. “The security guard is going to cash the chips in, take taxes out of it and then give it to the cops who will hold it for him until he gets out of jail” Tom replied. “Why is he going to jail? Card counting isn’t illegal.” I said. “He isn’t going to jail for card counting, he is going to jail for trespassing. This is private property; if anyone that is blacklisted comes in here they will be arrested.” “Oh, ok.” Well, at least I can say I met one of the M.I.T. guys.
~Heather 2007 line
Date: May 21, 2010 @ 11:47am PST     Comments     Filed Under: Cheating
I was dealing double deck blackjack on an extremely slow night at 1 in the morning. I had 2 couples at my table and I think they were the only people in the casino at the time. They had been there all night drinking and the women were more intoxicated then the men. It was getting late and the woman on 2nd base started rubbing her eyes. Well, being drunk, she rubbed her hands over her mouth and smeared her bright red lipstick down her jaw. Then she brought her hands back up to rub her eyes again. The smeared lipstick she had all over her hand was wiped across her forehead, eyes, cheeks and nose. There were red streaks all over her face and to make matters worse she was touching the cards and marking them with that disgusting red lipstick. I had to call over the floorman, Jared, to switch the cards. He walked over and all we could do was look at the woman and smile. We didn’t say anything or do anything. He just switched the cards and left. Apparently the other 3 people at the table were so wasted that they didn’t notice at first. So, of course, on the next hand she marked the cards again and I had to call over Jared again to replace the cards. This time Jared brought over some handy-wipes to clean her hands but that didn’t work because she kept touching her face and rubbing more lipstick everywhere. After the 4th time of replacing the cards Jared finally called security to escort the completely wasted people back to their rooms. I guess the reason why Jared put up with them for so long was because it was completely dead in the casino and that was pretty amusing.
~Heather 2006 line
Date: May 20, 2010 @ 7:24am PST     Comments     Filed Under: Drunks
ashtray full of cigarettes I was dealing blackjack to a table full of angry drunks who were losing all of their money. One of the guys goes all-in for $200. He gets a 15, hits the 15 and gets a 9 for the bust. He looked like he was so angry he was going to blow his top. He picked up the nearest ashtray (with cigarettes and ash in it) and threw it at me. Thank goodness he was so drunk that it took him a minute to grab and throw the ashtray otherwise I don’t think I would have been able to dodge it. The ashtray flew right past my face and hit my floorman, Adam in the middle of his back. Now imagine how that drunk guy felt when this giant 6 foot 5 inch monster with huge abs, just like a bodybuilder, turned around and glared at him with an evil eye. Adam walked over to the table and asked, “Who threw this?” Nobody said a word we all just looked at the guy at the same time. It was obvious it was him because his head was lowered with shame and embarrassment. He tried to apologize but Adam cut him off, “So it’s ok for you to throw an ashtray at a 5 foot 4 inch girl. But now that you have hit me it doesn’t seem like such a good idea, am I right?” The guy didn’t answer and Adam walked back to the phones and called security. Security came right over and 86ed the guy immediately.
~Heather 2004 line
Date: May 19, 2010 @ 10:31am PST     Comments     Filed Under: Mean People
Wheel of Fortune sign I was dealing at a small casino; standing at a dead table bored out of my mind with nothing to do. There was this 95 year-old Asian woman sitting at a “Wheel of Fortune” slot machine right in front of me; so I was watching her play to pass the time. Incredibly, she hit the $2 million progressive and you should have seen the way her eyes popped out of her head. She looked left, and then right, to see if anyone else saw what she saw. She must have thought she was hallucinating. A couple minutes later the slot attendant and a security guard walked up to her. They took her in a back room and the entire way there she looked as if she was in a dream with her mouth hanging open. I saw that same security guard later and he told me that she tipped everyone she met a $100 and then apologized because she didn’t have any more money to give them. (They never pay you such large winnings on the same day.) Apparently, she had been coming to this casino for 5 years, every Sunday, and she always played the same slot machine.
~Heather 2004 line
Date: May 18, 2010 @ 7:05am PST     Comments     Filed Under: Winning
cowboys playing at a table Every December the rodeo comes into town, bringing with it a city full of cowboys. There would be so many cowboys that the dealer’s would have to stay in the pit during their breaks because we couldn’t get through the crowd to go to the break room. Well I had this cowboy on my table playing $1,000 per hand and he was completely wasted. He had a 16, hit the 16 and got a 10. He furiously picked up that 10, crumpled it up and ate the card, and then asked for another hit. My jaw hit the floor. I called over my floorman, Bill and said, “We need another 10 of hearts.” “What do you mean ‘we need another 10 of hearts’? What happened to the other one?” Bill asked confused. “Well this guy ate it.” “No he didn’t. Stop pulling my chain, can’t you see how busy I am?” Bill said as he started to walk away. “No, come back; check the camera’s if you don’t believe me.” I called after him. So Bill went to the phone and called the cameras and sure enough they verified my story. When Bill walked back to the table he looked stunned. “What should I do?” I asked him. “Well, if he wants a card so badly, give him another card.” I think everyone at the table was as surprised as I was. So I gave him another card and he got a 5, making 21, and ended up winning. I asked Bill later why he didn’t kick that guy out and he said, “Well, that guy has been here for 3 days and has lost $30,000 every day. So for $90,000 I think the casino can afford to give him one hand to make him happy.”
~Heather 2004 line
Date: May 17, 2010 @ 8:28am PST     Comments     Filed Under: Drunks, Winning
baccarat table Baccarat is a slow game. The players are usually writing down what hand just occurred and then they try to find a pattern from it. The casino realizes that baccarat player’s take a while to bet, so the casino asks the dealer to wait a minute, then say “no more bets” and start dealing. The dealers are required to keep the game moving; if the game isn’t moving then the casino isn’t making money.

So I was dealing on baccarat one day, when I said, “Bets…” then I waited a minute and then said, “no more bets” and I started dealing. This Asian guy suddenly starts yelling at me, “Wait! You go to fast! I’m not ready. You so stupid! You can’t understand this?” Now being called stupid is the one thing that makes me lose my temper. So I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Bets”. I waited until he was about to put out his money when I waved off the table while saying, “No more bets” and I started pulling out cards (once the cards come out there are no more bets no matter what). I then pushed his bet from the circle and said to him, “Sorry sir, you’re too slow, please be faster next time.” Then I dealt the hand. This guy turned red in the face, jumped out of his chair and started screaming at me in half English half Korean. The floorman, James, ran over to the game to see what was happening and as soon as he saw I had tears running down my face he tapped out another dealer on the dead game next to me to run over and tap me out. I got put on this dead game while James talked to the angry customer. Then James came over to me and asked me what happened. I told him and he said to me, “Don’t worry, that guy is an asshole to everyone. He always has to have a problem. I told him that I was going to write you up so if he asks tell him I got you in big trouble, ok, and don’t worry nothing is going to happen to you.” I always liked James.
~Heather 2004 line
Date: May 16, 2010 @ 9:01am PST     Comments     Filed Under: Mean People
I use to work with a dealer once who was addicted to gambling. She would come in on her days off with her 9 year old daughter and tell all of the dealers how she couldn’t afford to pay for her utilities or food. People, including myself, would lend her money and never get paid back. I got a second job at another casino on graveyard. I would work my swing shift job and then go to my graveyard job 4 nights out of the week. Every night at my graveyard job this dealer would come in and gamble for hours blowing more money than she made. I know how much she made because she only had one job and I was getting paid the same amount as she was. I always felt bad for her daughter.
~Heather 2004 line
Date: May 15, 2010 @ 8:02am PST     Comments     Filed Under: Dealers
dealer places a $500 chip in the toke box I was dealing blackjack in the high-limit area of the casino and I had 4 guys at my table playing the minimum of $25 per hand. Well this gentleman sits down at the table and starts to play $500 per hand. Out of nowhere he says, “I’ll give the first person who can answer me $100 if they can tell me the band that's playing now.” The guys at the table just sort of looked at him for a second and then one of them answered, “Beatles!” That guy got $100. It was so much fun! For a couple hours we were answering trivia and getting paid for our answers. I got one question right and got $500 (of course I had to put that in the toke box). We were all having a blast and luckily the cards were paying well too.
~Heather 2007 line
Date: May 14, 2010 @ 9:36am PST     Comments     Filed Under: Tipping, Winning
I was dealing on Super Fun 21 when this older gentleman comes up to my table with this really neat mustache. I love that kind of stuff. So I was really excited when I said to him, “Oh, what a cool mustache. I love it!” Well, he got a really grumpy look on his face and said, “Yea, well I like your mustache too!” I’m young, I know I don’t have a mustache; I was just so surprised that he said that because I was giving him a sincere compliment. So I did the only thing I could think of at the moment. “Oh really! Thanks! I’ve been trying to grow it out for a while. What do you think?” I started stroking my chin with my hand and turning my head this way and that like I was showing off a beard. Everyone at the table laughed and he got pissed off and walked away.
~Heather 2007 line
Date: May 13, 2010 @ 7:22am PST     Comments     Filed Under: Mean People
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