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I work in a casino in southern Louisiana. Needless to say, most of the "regular" customers really suck.... We have one guy, who shall remain nameless. Each and every time he plays, at the top of his lungs, we always get the following replies to certain situations.... "Frontline winner.... Frontline winner...he bullfrogged it.... Example...10 (Hard) 10...came hard just like she likes it.... Of course, me being the true sweetheart of a dual rate that I am, in dealing to this gentleman, had finally at 4:00 a.m. one morning had enough of it. The point was four, four became a winner, and before he could get the jump on me, I reply, "Four, came easy, just like She Expects It... Thank God, the little jerk has a sense of humor....

While on stick at a table full of regulars, a man walks up with the worst rug on his head I've ever seen. The color didn't even match & it was on crooked. I wanted to fling it off his head with my stick, but I didn't have the right opportunity. Instead I changed my stick calls from 7 out line away, pay the don'ts etc., to 7 out line away don'ts TOO-PAY, or you have TOO-PAY my 2nd $18 for his hard 8. Everyone immediately caught on & joined in on the fun. The base dealer would purposely not pay his place bets so I would have to tell her she forgot TOO-PAY him for his bets. Pretty soon the whole table was in tears from laughing so hard & the poor guy was clueless as to why! The way I see it, if your hair is falling out, sorry about your luck! Leave it alone or shave the shit off!

I'm at a major strip casino and sometimes I wonder how some of the dealers got their jobs. Some of these guys have hands of wood and heads to match....juice I guess...at any rate, everyone has at least five years experience with the exception of these few "special" cases. That said, I was working with one of these "specials" on a game reserved for a very temperamental high-roller, this cat was superstitious in addition to being highly volatile. To make a long story short our "special" dealer was on the dead side but in order to limit his damage potential, no one thought of the stick.... anyway, this player wants the dice back as they land, no turning, no nothing or else he goes ballistic... you gotta see this coming... so, Mr.. "special" taps onto the stick calls one number sends the dice out to the shooter and they tumble, of course onto a seven, the shooter goes into a tirade calling the stickman an idiot, etc. the stickman's response; "I'm sorry sir, there are lumps on the table." Truer words was never spoke.

Get this, it was slow, this player goes nuts on us when he throws a seven out and the dice land behind the working stacks on the other base where he couldn't see them. 

Thinks we were trying to cheat him or something.
Now each time he throws the dice he runs to the other side of the table to make sure "we call it right"
On his last run 'to the other side' he trips and falls!
"What was it?" he screamsYou know what the call was.

Sometimes I just have to laugh at these folks.

Incredible.

We have old bastard (call him Joe). 

Stands next to the whip, quietly sets down a prop bet and waits for the dice to move. 

I asked him once, twice, too many times WHAT IS THIS?" 

One time the gentleman (my boss wont let us call anyone "tooth bastards") said ....."you know!" 

S

I THANKED HIM, AND LOCKED IT UP. 

It never happened again.

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