I must be getting old. Well, actually, I *am* getting old--I hit the big 4-0 at the end of the month, but that's not the reason for today's post.
Last night at work I actually had a customer get abusive to me for the first time. Oh I hear people say rude shit all the time, and when they're called on it they pretend that they were saying to themselves. But this jackass was a foul-mouthed cocksucker before I even sat down at the table. When I asked him to mind his language as there were ladies present, he just kept it going, but at a lower volume. I was waiting for the floor person to come back around and have them put the hammer down, but before they did so, I'd beaten this guy to the tune of $600 in three hands.
He went apeshit and started calling me every rude thing his simple mind could think of and slammed the cards down, kicked his chair and stomped around.
Had he been talking to the Mikey of ten years ago, who had a short fuse and used to be a bouncer at a dive bar, I would've came across the table and beat the ever-lovin' snot out of him and kicked him in the nuts so many times that he'd have to squat to pee for a month (Hey, if you're gonna fight, fight dirty!) But I am more mature these days, and I knew that everything he was doing was caught on camera with a table full of witnesses, and I didn't need the hassle of explaining my actions after the fact.
So I just sat there and took it in silence, then gave him a smug smile and asked in my most neutral voice "Would you like me to deal you in on the next hand?"
He just kept yelling expletives and calling me names and finally stomped off. About that time a couple of floor people saw him, so they called the main pit and security on the guy. But he took off, broke (heh!) and that was the end of that, although everyone at my table said they were happy to see him go, as apparently he'd been betting over his head and losing all night and getting more and more agitated with every hand. I just happened to walk in on the tail-end of it where he finally snapped.
Oh well, I got the last laugh. They took his rating down from $200 per hand to a dollar per hand (no more comps, freebies, or coupons for him) and attached a report of his abusive behavior onto his account.
Frankly I'm surprised at myself for my ability to remain cool and keep my mouth shut. Normally if somebody gives me shit, I can tee off on them and put them in their place, and this guy truly was an easy target. But one thing I've learned in the casino business is to just shut up and let somebody else deal with the assholes. Besides, if he had enough money, they wouldn't think twice about booting my white ass out the door if there had been any kind of altercation. That's the biggest problem that comes with working in this business, especially at an off-strip location--dealers are a dime a dozen, black-chip players, not so much.
The lesson here is to let the guys with the dark suits and pockets full of zip-ties handle clowns like that.
After that, it was a pretty uneventful night. It got really slow in a hurry, and this week and next week are the slowest of the year for us (tax time). Talk about a long night--we were closing games so fast after midnight that we were down to doing forty-minute shifts on each table, so I decided to take two hours of E.O. since we weren't likely to make much money for the night and I was bored off my ass.
Also, a bit of housekeeping to take care of--Yes, I *have* been working on my trip report, and got several hours of typing done over the weekend. It will be posted sometime later this week, over on T2V.
In the meantime, I've got about four hours of Tivo to catch up on--Sopranos, Entourage, and two hours of Planet Earth on Discovery.
Oh, and that reminds me... I also want to test out the DVD player on this laptop, too. Apparently I have some sort of monster video and soundcard, so I need to take it out for a walk pretty soon and stretch it's legs.
Mikey
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