Dealers page 3

We had a crap dealer on swing shift at the Flamingo in 1972, named Manny. He was a hypochondriac. While I was dealing on the 6pm to 2am shift, I see the pit boss, Nate Schlafer, slam the phone against the podium. He screams out,

"Manny just called in & said he won't be in tonight, he had a heart attack,......... 

says he'll be in tomorrow"

This old fellow is playing craps on a busy and profitable game when in his excitement, his dentures fall out right on the field!.....Our ever so aware boxman realizing the embarrassment the player must have felt simply pulled HIS DENTURES OUT , placed them upon the table and...

Booked the bet!

Dear Scott, This is a prime example of why dice dealers should never have to learn blackjack. I had a dealer who was told that if he wanted to go "on the floor", he would have to learn BJ. So , one day he came over to the BJ pit on his break and asked if he could watch the game. After about 10 minutes he said to me "this is easy do you mind if I go in on the game?" I agreed and he shuffled the double deck very well for a dice dealer. He pitched the cards and got them all to the correct spots , he hit the player's hands with ease , he hit his own hand and was always protective of the deck, but when he busted his 16 he put the remaining 84 cards in the discard rack, grabbed TWO hands full of cheques, and sized into the winning bets from both sides of the table at the same time!! Right then I had him tapped out and told him that I could see a long and prosperous career as a boxman in his future. 

In all the years I've been in this business, I have never seen or heard of what happened last night. Now we all know each time a player belly's up to a game , he or she hands the dealer a cash buy-in and their players card , the dealer gives the card and cash to the boxperson who is suppose to drop the money in the "box" and then hand  the card to me........

a floorman, .....Very simple, right?.......Apparently not.

Last night the box try's to hand me a $100 bill................

^{Scott, here are some true stories from the 70's} 

^{Fremont: Craps dealer gets fired! Very next day gets hired at the Horseshoe where on their breaks, dealers can leave the casino walk across the street and have a drink. His first night dealing at the Horseshoe, on one of his late 20 minute breaks he goes to the Fremont to have 'another', afterwards goes back to work & gets on the stick ready to deal.} 

^{The pit boss looks at him and asks ...}

^{"What the fuck do you think your doing?"} 

^{"What?" exclaims the dealer.} 

^{"WE FIRED YOU LAST NIGHT ASSHOLE!"}  

^{Golden Nugget: Very slow evening, only three players betting minimum bets. Boxman falls asleep ...AGAIN.} 

^{This time the shift manager asks the players to move to the next table. The dealers follow. Pit boss locks the game up. My only regret was not being there when he awoke!}  

^{Horseshoe: Two craps dealers go into the dealers lounge bathroom to smoke a joint. They get busted by security!  Binion (god bless him) asked the security guard what he was doing in the dealers lounge? Then ordered the two dealers to get their ass back to the dice pit. End of story!}

^{A player bets $2.25 outside and the agitated dealer says: "For six hours already! ........Here, you want $2.25 outside? Go get it! (as he throws the chips outside on Fremont street!)}

The Pit Manager came up to me tonight and scolded me about my duties as a Floorman and the fact that I'm being so "cavalier!" 

You know, I don't need this bullshit job. I thought about quitting right then, but there was one little problem....

I don't know exactly what cavalier means. 

Ah well, who gives a shit anyway?

First impressions are ever lasting?

I sure hope not! Our casino hired a new shift manager and on his first night he is standing in the dice pit introducing himself to all the Floorpeople. 

I'm sitting box and I yell out to the dealer.....

"GOD DAMMIT STEVE! WOULD YOU START BOOKING YOUR BETS!

 THE FUCKING SHIFT MANAGER IS STANDING IN THE PIT!!!!

(OPPS)

 I was working at a downtown sitting box. A guy comes up to the table with  $400 in green cheques from the Horseshoe. I ran it down and called out to the floorman: 

Foreign check change, green.  from the 'Shoe! 

Foreign Check Change, Green,  From The 'Shoe!!! 

FOREIGN CHECK CHANGE, GREEN!!!  FROM THE 'SHOE!!!!!!! 

I stole a glance over my shoulder, saw that the floorman was showing no sign that he was going to respond, or even that he was aware that there was a craps game going on. Exasperated, I told the dealer to "Ship it", and dropped the green. 

The floorman came over, drawn to the sound of the paddle falling back into the slot like a cat to the sound of a can opener. He said, "Don't take any green from the Horseshoe, they just had a bunch of cheques stolen over there."

True story: I sit Box at NYNY and one evening while on break I stroll over to the piano bar at 1:30 AM to check out the babes. The place is rocking and it's very loud in there as I stand by the door.

This drunk with a very thick accent (Scottish) comes up to me and asks me a question I couldn't understand. I thought he asked "what time does the bar close tonight?" I replied, "two o'clock" showing him two fingers (a 'peace sign') He starts yelling something in disgust and I thought he didn't hear me so this time I yell it out "THE BAR CLOSES AT 2 AM!" again using two fingers! He starts yelling something back to me and I simply walk away to finish my break elsewhere. ( it's to loud in this joint)

Later while I'm sitting on the game the floorperson takes me out and says Mike our shift manager wants me at the end of the pit. I walk over and Mike is standing there with the casino bar manager and claim this customer (the drunk) said I told him to fuck off.

I don't know what the hell the guy is talking about. I explain the situation , loud bar etc...and I thought he asked what time the piano bar closed and I told him "2am ....."

Customer yells out "THERE, HE DID IT AGAIN!!! HE DID IT AGAIN!!!

Mike jumps back a little and says "WHAT? Did what again?" The drunk holds up two fingers and mumbles something. Again Mike asks "what are you talking about?" while holding his two fingers up. The drunk starts lashing out on Mike (now he wants to talk with the owner) Nobody can understand what the hell is going on until a floorperson standing nearby who can hear the commotion says "Excuse me, but I think I can resolve your little problem here, a peace sign (two fingers) means 'fuck you' in Scotland like the middle finger here in the states."

As the word spread around to ALL THE PITS, ON ALL SHIFTS  (thanks to Mike) now everyone gives me the 'peace sign' when they see me! 

^{'Yo Tony, where waz you? How come youz waz not at the bar? Everybody waz there, Little Petey, Joey, Mario, Sal,  but Franky and Vito saz youz over here learnin to play this craps shit. Youz don't know how to play!}

^{Player (Tony): Just stand over heeere and shut the fulk up and I'll teach you a thing or two .....ohh kay?}

^{Player: "Change $100"}

^{Dealer: "Change only $100"}

^{Player: "Fifty two across"}

^{Dealer: "Fifty two across"}

^{Player: "Press The Nine"}

^{Dealer: "Press The Nine"}

^{Player: "Down with twenty odds"}

^{Dealer: "Down with twenty odds"}

^{Player: "$10 hard ten"}

^{Dealer: "$10 hard ten"}

^{Player: "What the fulk, why you repeat everything I say?"}

^{Dealer: (just stares)}

^{Player: "Buy the four for $25"}

^{Dealer: "Buy the four for $25"}

^{Player: Youz take all my bets off!}

^{Dealer: Youz off this roll!}

^{Player: "What? Are youz a wise ass or something?"}

^{Dealer: "What? Are youz a wise ass or something?"} 

^{Player goes crazy! Pit manager comes running over to ask the player what the problem is?}

^{Player: "Every time I make a bet this mothafulker repeats what I say!} 

Ok, you know those jerkoffs who love to throw their money into the dealer's layout, no matter how many times you ask them to set in front of them in the come? We have two of the greatest boxman who will happily let you lose their bets, as long as you give them the head's up before you do it.

Well, I had one of these guys kept throwing his money into my layout. I asked him once, nicely, "Sir, if you want a bet just set it here in front of you. Don't throw it in my layout. Bets get lost that way." Then I told Glenn, my boxman. Very next roll, the guy threw thirty dollars in to bet the eight. The green chip lands in the come, the red chip skates over to exactly the spot on the five where a come bet for the guy two from pole would go. "Gimme a thirty dollar eight"

Player: "$1 yo!"

Dealer: "BUCK YO!"

Stick: "BUCK YO SIR!"

Player: "SAY WHAT?"

Player standing next to him: I think he said "fuck you"

Player: "SAY WHAT?"

^{A very attractive lady (xxx hot) is playing craps with her boyfriend.  She has the attention of every guy on our game, the dealers and supervisors and damn near the whole pit. I'm telling you, she was HOT!}

^{As they color up and leave, everybody is still looking at her walk away when out of the blue our floorperson announces:}

^{"I'll tell you what, I would do him ......................to get to her"}

Two bored casino dealers are waiting at a craps table.  A very attractive lady comes in and wants to bet three-thousand dollars on a single roll of the dice.
She says, "I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm bottomless."
With that she strips naked from the waist down, and rolls the dice while yelling,

 "Momma needs a new pair of pants!"
She then begins jumping up and down and hugging each of the dealers.

 "YES! .....I WIN!..... I WIN!"
With that she picks up her money and clothes and quickly leaves.  The dealers just stare at each other dumbfounded.  Finally one of them asks,
"What did she roll anyway?"
The other answers, 

"I thought YOU were watching!"

Imagine this a regular crap game going on....the usual suspect that flock on a game. Some new blood (a female) steps up to the game to play, has no idea what's going on, the only thing she knows is seven (7). She continuously yells out "SEVEN! SEVEN! SEVEN!" not knowing what it means at a certain point in the game. The shooter has had enough!!!!! picked up the dice from the opposite end of the table and bounced 'em off her forehead!!!!! She never knew why!!!! 

She still never shut-up!

Here's the deal...In the Midwest (Missouri) We only have riverboats that provide gambling. Our's often gets very warm inside in the summer so they open the doors and windows to let a breeze in from time to time. This one particular evening I' sitting box and we had a shooter throw the dice off the table and the stick call went something like this: "No roll! Die down in the river! - No shit! The die flew off the table and out the open door - PLOP - Into the river! How do you retrieve that one???