I Hate People Who Spit When They Talk
I want to share a story with all of you that hopefully will make you laugh!
(((If you do it will have been worth it)))
Once upon a time, I was a Blackjack dealer at a small casino.
I was always stuck up in high stakes because for various reasons I won't even get into, I was a "hot" dealer. That meant I won most of the time no matter who played me.
It was just the way it was, so I ended up in high stakes.
So there was this guy named John and he would always fire off some "Gleek Speak"
(((That is a term I use for people who spit when talking.)))
That's not all, he would take his false teeth out and put them on the table, but he was a "Whale" or high roller so they let him do whatever he wanted!
I was dealing to him one night and he had a polish sausage and kraut delivered to the table. Well he was eating that nasty smelling stuff and he finally hit a Blackjack and he starts yelling and spitting kraut everywhere!
I yell "Incoming" just kind of joking around and I am not pulling your leg here, the one pit boss was an ex Vietnam War Vet and he hits the floor right in the middle of the 21 pit!
Chaos ensues because the other pit boss thinks this dude had a heart attack as did surveillance, so security comes running!
Meanwhile, John has kraut all over my table and the cards and I start bitching and complaining because I have to change the cards now because his wet kraut marked them.
By this time, the pit boss vet gets up off the floor, brushes himself off and all red faced comes over and starts threatening me all quiet like in my ear right, on account of he thinks we did this all on purpose!
I am like ******** bricks you guys! He thought it was staged man, he thought we thought him being a vet was funny and let me freakin tell you how NOT funny it is!
After I got the cards changed and I went on break, people starting telling me the dude was all messed up and he thought I was talking about a mortar shell or grenade and had a mild flashback.
I eventually got the whole thing worked out and they had to eat at a little table away from the gaming tables after that!
All that because some tiny little pissed off biker butterfly with little tiny leather butterfly biker boots, kicked a freakin stone somewhere!
(((If you do it will have been worth it)))
Once upon a time, I was a Blackjack dealer at a small casino.
I was always stuck up in high stakes because for various reasons I won't even get into, I was a "hot" dealer. That meant I won most of the time no matter who played me.
It was just the way it was, so I ended up in high stakes.
So there was this guy named John and he would always fire off some "Gleek Speak"
(((That is a term I use for people who spit when talking.)))
That's not all, he would take his false teeth out and put them on the table, but he was a "Whale" or high roller so they let him do whatever he wanted!
I was dealing to him one night and he had a polish sausage and kraut delivered to the table. Well he was eating that nasty smelling stuff and he finally hit a Blackjack and he starts yelling and spitting kraut everywhere!
I yell "Incoming" just kind of joking around and I am not pulling your leg here, the one pit boss was an ex Vietnam War Vet and he hits the floor right in the middle of the 21 pit!
Chaos ensues because the other pit boss thinks this dude had a heart attack as did surveillance, so security comes running!
Meanwhile, John has kraut all over my table and the cards and I start bitching and complaining because I have to change the cards now because his wet kraut marked them.
By this time, the pit boss vet gets up off the floor, brushes himself off and all red faced comes over and starts threatening me all quiet like in my ear right, on account of he thinks we did this all on purpose!
I am like ******** bricks you guys! He thought it was staged man, he thought we thought him being a vet was funny and let me freakin tell you how NOT funny it is!
After I got the cards changed and I went on break, people starting telling me the dude was all messed up and he thought I was talking about a mortar shell or grenade and had a mild flashback.
I eventually got the whole thing worked out and they had to eat at a little table away from the gaming tables after that!
All that because some tiny little pissed off biker butterfly with little tiny leather butterfly biker boots, kicked a freakin stone somewhere!
By:
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Age:
26-30
