I was dealing
blackjack and not really paying attention to anything when my
floorwoman, Elizabeth, came rushing over to me while saying, “Look!
There’s
Dennis Franz! I love his show! Maybe I can get an
autograph!” She hustled over to the table he had just sat down at
and happily talked to him and the group of people he was with. They
sat and played for an hour and then they got up and walked over to
my table; I was so excited. I love Dennis Franz and I was so happy
about meeting him. He sat down, introduced his wife,
Joanie, his
sister, Marlene and her husband to me and then they started playing.
I tried really hard to be pleasant and likable because I really
wanted to leave a good impression but fate had different plans.
He got all
the worst cards and lost almost every hand. That’s when I realized
he was just another human being like all of my other players. He was
so furious he was losing money that he blamed me. He grumbled,
cursed, and then threw his cards down. He acted exactly like the
customers I despise; I was so disappointed. His wife and sister were
very friendly and sweet. I liked them a lot but by the end of the
night I had completely stopped talking to Dennis. I would only talk
to his wife and sister. They left a couple hours later.
~Heather 2009
I was dealing blackjack when suddenly something small and light ran into my foot. I looked down and it was this adorable dog, a poodle-fox terrier mix, running around exploring everything. I heard, “Bebe… Bebe…” and I looked up and saw Richard Belzer from Law & Order, along with a group of people, calling for the dog. The dog stopped what he was doing and ran over to him. Richard picked up the dog and walked to the nearest bar. When I got on break I walked over to them and talked to Richard and the group for a couple minutes. They were all very nice people, I enjoyed it.
Here is a picture of Richard Belzer & his dog, Bebe.
~Heather 2006
I was working at a
popular casino one night in October and was headed down to the break
room when I saw
Paris Hilton come out of the bathroom completely
wasted. I heard she was there for her sister’s 21st
birthday party. She is walking back to the party with her entourage
of security guards when she tripped and fell flat on her face, skirt
went over her head, she had no underwear on and she was so drunk she
couldn’t pick herself back up. So I’m looking at the security
guards, expecting one of them to help her up… but nothing happens.
They just stand there and watch. And
Paris Hilton is on the ground
whining and screaming and throwing her arms every which way, when a
cocktail waitress finally comes over and helps her up. “Don’t touch
me, you bitch! You just want to touch a celebrity! Get off of me!”
Paris shouted as she ripped her arm away from this girl’s helping
hands. Then she stumbled away. I looked over to one of the body
guards who was standing right next to me and asked, “What just
happened?” The security guard smirked and replied, “Let me put it
this way; the last time one of us helped her up he got fired. We are
not allowed to touch her, look at her, or speak to her; we are only
hired to make sure nobody hurts her.” Oh… I can see why, I thought,
I am so happy I don’t have his job.
~Heather 2004
