I decided to take a little trip for a few days so I headed on down around the coast. I lucked up on a very good 6D game. At one point the count got very high so I placed a max bet and also one for the dealer (that's when I like to tip). I was dealt 2 9's so I split them and also placed him another bet. Then I was dealt another 9 so I split again. I got a 2 on one of them and doubled down, placing a bet for the dealer on each bet I made. To make a long story short, I hit all of those hands and the dealer had a very nice tip.
On another shuffle, I held my hand out for the cut card like it was my turn and got it. I was going to cut 26 cards from the back, but the dealer said you have to cut 2 decks. I said 'Really, I didn't know that. What is so special about 2 decks?" and he said 'That's house policy." I was thinking to myself, "I don't give a flip if it's 2 decks cut, that just gives me more info, so I cut his 2 decks. Anyway I played for 2 decks and the count was rising fast in those and then I hit the end and placed a max bet and again, one for the dealer and got a blackjack, so he got another nice tip.
Next in the same deck, he had an ace up and I had max bet out so I took insurance. The pit boss had just walked by and he stopped and was joking with me. The dealer turned over a 10 for bj and he said "Now that is a smart man, I think he's counting." I made a joke of it and was thinking to myself "Here you are making good tips and you want to run your mouth and cut your own throat." Anyway, I colored up ( I had hit them pretty hard). The pit boss was joking and said something about me leaving and I told him that one of the other guys had said I couldn't leave because I still had money. He laughed and said 'Well, we'll let you leave but we have 3 security guards waiting out front to confiscate your winnings. I said 'well if that's the case, I'm going out the back door, but before I do, can you give me a buffet ticket?" He just laughed and gave me one. Why would a dealer be so stupid as to cut his own throat?
On another note, I did some work for a little old lady many years ago. She was about 75 or so years old, a school teacher but she came in wearing an apron like a lot of old people did. Anyway I made her much more money than she was expecting. She jumped up and her papers fell all over the floor and she exclaimed " Lord have mercy, if you weren't a white boy, I'd kiss you!" I laughed and said "Well don't let that stop you." We both got a chuckle out of that and I did her work until she died.
Soooo, bjarg, if you wern't a white boy.................I'd kiss you! LOL Thank you very much!
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