I was still working as a
boxman on the craps tables. We had this high roller who was a small
60 year old Asian man that was dressed in a nice pair of slacks and
a polo shirt. He was considered a high roller because he played
$5,000 per roll of the dice. He had been at the table for a couple
hours and was winning a good deal of money (he had $250,000 in front
of him) when, out of the blue, he stopped playing and walked over to
the nearest slot machine. He stood there for a minute, then shook
his leg a bit and came back. When he came back he brought this
really putrid smell with him. I didn’t want to embarrass the
high roller so I called over a hostess and she pulled the
high roller aside, they talked quietly to each other and then the two
of them left. About 20 minutes later the high roller came back
wearing a brand new jumpsuit; he didn’t say anything, he just went
back to playing. The hostess told me later that the high roller was
winning so much money that he didn’t want to take the time to walk
to the bathroom. Instead he took a crap in his pants and shook the
piece of shit out of his pant leg and right next to the slot
machines. The casino wanted him to stay so badly that instead of
kicking him out they comped him a free jogging suit and let him
finish playing. What they say is true; if you’re a high roller the
casino will let you do almost anything.
~John 2003
When tourists come to a casino, I don’t think they realize how dirty everything is. As a dealer you watch people do all sorts of nasty things during the day. I have seen people pick their nose and wipe the snot on the cards; I have seen men stick their hands down their pants to scratch and then they continue shuffling their chips like some big hot shot. I have seen urine and crap at the tables, and I have watched a prostitute and her John have sex at a slot machine during the graveyard shift. I have gone into public bathrooms and watched both customers and dealers alike walk out without washing their hands. The chips and the cards are never washed. The only time the chips are washed is when a drunk guy spills alcohol in the rack and we have to close the table and clean everything. One time, when that happened, I had started off with a completely white towel and by the time I was done cleaning the rack the towel was as black as coal. So my message to you is: always wash your hands and never touch your face or eyes when you’re in Las Vegas.
~Heather 2005
~Heather 2005
I used to
work as a henna artist on Fremont Street, right outside of the 4
Queens, when I was 18 years old. It was the best job I ever had. I
had so much fun painting henna tattoos on people and getting paid
more then what I had made working at a fast food place. I would have
to work the weekends from 4pm until midnight and it didn’t get busy
until 8pm; so for 4 hours I would have to resort to people watching.
There are a good amount of people that are either homeless or crazy
(or both) that walk around downtown. Well what happened was I was
watching a woman around the age of 60 who was homeless and looked a
little crazy. She had layers and layers of clothes on and it was in
the middle of July. In July our normal temperature is between
100-110 degrees. She had medium length hair and it was grey,
scraggly, and poking every which way. Her hair looked like she
hadn’t run a brush through it in years. She would walk up and down
Fremont Street endlessly. I was watching her walk her 8th
lap when she stopped right across from me. She pulled down her
pants, squatted and she urinated and then took a long shit on the
street. Just then, a bicycle cop was riding by and he did a double
take before making a u-turn and pulling up beside her. He called for
backup and 2 other bicycle cops rode to them. They had to wait for
her to finish taking a shit before they could haul her off to jail.
It was so funny watching 3 cops having a friendly conversation and
in the middle of the group was this old crazy woman taking a shit.
~Heather 2001
I was dealing one night
I had a player on my blackjack table bouncing up and down in his
seat. Finally I said, “What’s up, why are you bouncing around like
that?” He replied, “I got to go to the bathroom!” “Ok… It’s over
there… Go…” “No, I can’t, I’m winning too much money, I can’t leave
now.” I looked down at the shoe and we were almost done, so I didn’t
say anymore. About 10 minutes later, I start shuffling the shoe and
he doesn’t get up. In fact he is quite still. “Why don’t you run to
the bathroom while I’m shuffling,” I said. And with a satisfied
smile on his face he said, “Nope, I already went.” At the same time,
the people at the table looked on the floor and there was a wet spot
under his chair. Every person at the table got up at the same time
and left. Of course my floorman Ed noticed this, came over and said,
“What happened?” "Ask him," I said as I nodded at the only remaining
guy at the table. Ed called security and they 86ed the guy
immediately. We had to close the table so while we were waiting for
maintenance to come and clean up the mess the cocktail waitress came
by and asked, “Who spilled the drink?” She looked like she was
getting ready to wipe up the chair. “No, don’t touch it, it’s not a
drink!” That surprised her. It surprised her more after I told her
what happened.
~Tom 2007
