Drinking & It's Effects On The Brain
I was staying at one of
the nicest hotel & casinos on the strip. Late one evening, as I was
walking thru the casino to the elevators to return to my room, I
encountered a rather young and buxom blonde that was in distress.
She was rather inebriated.
Sobbing, she was trying to tell a maintenance worker that all
she wanted to do was return to her room but she didn’t know her room
number. Of course the maintenance worker had no idea what to do and
the magnetic key cards don’t have the room number on them for
security reasons; that is why it's very important for you to
remember what room you're staying in.
The maintenance worker that was trying to help her spoke very
little English and they were getting nowhere; so I walked over and
advised her to go to the front desk where they could get her room
number for her. She stood
there and stared at me like I was also speaking a foreign language;
she was so drunk I don't think she understood. I tried again but
then gave up when I got a blank face as a response. Seeing that
floorshow reminds me why I'm so grateful I don't drink anymore.
~Stoney
I was dealing blackjack
to a table full of older men; the youngest looked like he was 50
years old. They had been drinking and having a good time when the 85
year old man knocked over his full cocktail. Ice and liquid went
flying all over the chips, cards and table. We stopped playing and
started using napkins to clean it up. The 85 year old was grabbing
the ice and putting it back into his cup. Well he grabbed the ice
and the $10 bet that was under it and put it in the glass, then he
grabbed the ice and the $20 bet of the player next to him and put
that in the glass as well, then he started to drink from the glass
with the chips in it! It was so disgusting! The casino never cleans
those chips. We pointed out that there were chips in his glass but
it didn’t help much because he had already drank the last of the
liquid in the cup. He was so drunk he didn’t care how dirty the
chips were.
~Heather 2007
Sometimes It's Better To Keep Your Mouth Shut
I was dealing blackjack to 2 young drunk guys who looked like they were in their early 20’s. They had been acting like jackasses all night. Well this 6 foot 11 inch woman walked by the table and sat down at the bar that was right next to the tables. She was pretty and proportionate, with nice sized breasts and good looking legs. She was just tall. Well the guys on my table started arguing about whether or not she was actually a he. I didn’t believe for one second that that was a man dressed up as a woman. She was too feminine. One of the guys said, “I’m going over there and I’m going to ask it if it is a he or a she.” “No, don’t do it. Just be nice and look for an Adam’s apple” his friend said. The guy got up and walked over to the tall woman and sat down next to her at the bar. They started talking and when she looked away he tilted his head for a better look at her breasts. Then he asked her, “Are you a woman?” She whipped her hand around and smacked him across the face. He came stumbling back with a smug look on his face and said, “She’s a girl.” The other guy and I laughed so hard.
~Heather 2007
~Heather 2005
~Heather 2006
I was dealing on a roulette table
that was positioned right next to the bar. I had a couple of players
on the table and all of us were talking and having fun. A man, who
was sitting at the bar, stood up, took 2 steps, stopped and then
fell flat on his face. Two girls that were on my table jumped up ran
over to him and turned him over. His face was red but his nose was
blue and smashed. He was awake but completely drunk. The girls were
able to sit him up on the nearest chair, which was the bar stool,
and then they came back to the table and started playing again.
After 5 minutes the bartender walked up to the guy and offered him
another drink! You could see that this guy was obviously intoxicated
and I’m pretty sure the bartender saw the guy fall over but he still
gave him more alcohol. 30 minutes and a few beers later the
inebriated man stood up, took 2 steps, stopped and fell flat on his
face; again, for a second time. My floorman, Jon, who had been
watching the whole thing, picked up the phone and called security.
When security came they dragged the drunk into a wheel chair and
rolled him to the front desk to see if he was a guest, he was, and
then they escorted him back up to his room. Jon put in a formal
complaint against the bartender. No bartender should serve someone
who is that wasted.
~Heather 2007
I was dealing blackjack
and this drunk guy walks in and sits down at my table with $20. He
does everything wrong. He splits 10's, he stayed on a 5 when the
dealer had a 10 up card, and he hit when he had a 17 (and he got a
4). It was amazing because he was winning almost every hand. He
stayed at the table for 8 hours and finally left with $17,000. He
was drunk the entire time.
Everybody thought he was cheating. He had 2 floormen, 1 casino manager, a security guard and all of the camera's watching him, but they couldn't find him cheating. So the floormen did everything they could to break up the winning streak; they let him continue drinking (even though, by law, they were suppose to cut him off because he was so drunk he could barely sit up.) The floormen thought that if he was wasted then that would cause him to make mistakes and lose. When that didn't work they switched the cards in the shoe. Now, a casino will never switch a six-deck shoe in the middle of the shift unless someone spills a drink on the cards. The reason why is because 1) there is only one person touching the cards so the cards will have less chance of getting marked and 2) it takes too long to switch 6 decks on a live game, it costs the casino money. So after they switched the cards, he was still getting win after win. The floormen were desperate so they tried switching dealers, putting their hot dealers on the table. Nothing worked, this guy was so lucky. His table was full of angry people who were trying to get him to play the correct way; they would tell him to do one thing and he would think about it and then do the opposite and win. The rest of the table played by the book and lost, so everyone was pissed at this guy.
At one point, he was up to $25,000 when he started losing; he probably would have lost it all if the next event didn't happen. By this time he had tipped the dealers about $5,000 total; so he is losing and he calls over the floorman, Patrick, and tells him that the $5,000 he gave the dealers is his money and he would like it back. Patrick said, "It doesn't work like that, once you give the dealer a tip you can't get it back." The drunk was so angry that he fought with Patrick for 20 minutes over the tip. Finally Patrick yelled, "You started with $20, you now have $20,000 and you are arguing with me about getting the dealer's tip back! You're a greedy bastard." The drunk played 2 more hands, lost and then took his $17,000 and left, all the while bitching and making threats to the people around him. The dealers talked about this for weeks afterwards. We were all laughing because we said that 'this guy was so drunk that when he woke up the next morning and found all of that cash he probably thought he robbed a bank.'
~Heather 2004
I was dealing blackjack and it was the start
of the shift; I
tapped out the day shift dealer and she points to an
empty chair with 4 stacks of green chips ($2,000) and said, "The
player went to the bathroom, and he’ll be right back.” She clapped out and left for the day and I started dealing. 5 minutes later this
guy walks straight to the seat, sits down and starts playing $50 per
hand. Ok, I’m thinking, this must be the guy. For 5 minutes we are
playing and he is actually doing quite well when another guy (guy
#2) walks up to the table and starts screaming, “Security! Security!
He is stealing my money!” The floorman Kyle rushes over and makes
guy #1 stop playing. Kyle then called the cameras and find’s out
that it is guy #2’s money. Well, since guy #1 was winning the Kyle
decided to let guy #2 keep the winnings and he let guy #1 go with a
warning. Guy #1 got up and walked over to the very next table where
there was an empty spot with money and he sat down and started
playing with that money. Kyle was so pissed he rushed over there and
started yelling at guy #1. “What are you doing? You just got in
trouble over there and now you are doing it again at the next table
and you expect me not to notice?” It turned out that guy #1 was
completely wasted and he left his chips, went to the bathroom, and
when he came out of the bathroom he forgot where he was sitting. So
he was wandering around the casino, looking for an empty spot with
money thinking it was his. We had to have security walk him around
the casino looking for a dealer who recognized him. When he found
his seat, security told me later that he had $50 total at his seat.
Imagine being so drunk you think your $50 in red chips turned into
$2,000 in green chips.
~Heather 2005
The Casino Can Afford One Hand
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
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
