Lucky are the people who aren’t into casino gambling. She can be a harsh mistress that can destroy your life with one spin of the roulette wheel. Even though everyone know the odds of winning aren’t in your favor in casinos, it’s still exhilarating to play the odds for people around the world.
But have you thought about what it’s like for the people on the other side? Your dealers, pit bosses, housekeepers, etc? They have to deal with greedy crying, screaming, and/or drunken adults every day and still maintain professionalism and be respectful to all. That is no easy feat, but it does result in some wild, troubling, and all around unbelievable stories.
Check out these behind the scenes stories and be sure to tip your dealer after a win for all the figurative and literal crap they have to put up with.
The root of all evil
Oh my God, where do I begin……I’ve seen a man inject himself in the leg with insulin, and then leave the syringe sticking out of his leg for an hour because he won a jackpot when he injected himself so therefore it must be a lucky charm.
I have seen people piss and s*** themselves because they didn’t want to leave the table/slot machine. I’ve seen people pass out after having sat chain smoking at a slot machine for 36 hours straight, and I’ve seen other customers get mad because the paramedics interrupted their winning streak.
And I’ve seen a man die of a heart attack at a poker table, and then watched as the rest of the players try to steal his winnings before security could get there. (devatoo)
Don’t f*** with casinos
The craziest story was a man brought a backpack full of money to my window. Crazy amounts of money. He requested 25K of twenties to be exchanged for hundred dollar bills. This happens quite a bit, but 25K was way over the limit of what was acceptable to do without proper paperwork, so I requested his ID. All I needed it for was to type him into the system that checks to make sure he isn’t evading taxes.
But the ID he gave me definitely wasn’t him, unless he had Bejamin Button disease. The guy in the ID was in his 70’s, IIRC, and the guy in my window was maybe in his late twenties, early thirties.
This is grounds to call my supervisor and fill out even worse paperwork, that we send to authorities, also IIRC, the secret service.
I had scanned the ID he gave me, and when my manager got there, she told him pretty much “obviously this isn’t you.” And he apologized, said he had grabbed his grandpa’s ID instead of his own, his was in his car.
Took his backpack, still with some money inside, left, and never came back. We just had 25K in twenties that remained in out vault until we got the report back from SS (or whoever it was sent to, I still can’t remember) that said homeboy murdered the man in the ID, buried him in his own backyard, and robbed him.
Minor stories also include: the poker players who come to the tournaments and piss in the hallways because they lose. Happens every year. One even s*** and smeared it all over one of the elevator walls.
The guy who shoved three thousand dollars in my tip box (as a joke, until he dropped it and caused a scene) because he said he’d give it to me if I’d sleep with him. (I didn’t get to keep it 🙁 but he was kicked out for being vulgar and rude.)
Some teenager stole a woman’s purse on the floor and was chased around the casino by our guards for a good 10 minutes before a guest just stuck his leg out and tripped him. He was bleeding as he was cuffed and they called tribal police to come take him away. (nosidamadison)
Having a good time
I used to deal at a Native casino in Oklahoma.
First month on the floor, and I was dealing blackjack at a table with only one man. Something was a bit off with him, and he seemed a bit distracted, but I carried on a normal conversation with him.
Right as my 30 minutes is up, and I’m getting tapped off to go to my next table, security shows up. My pit boss pulls me aside before I hit my next table and says the guy I was dealing to was MASTURBATING UNDER THE TABLE THE WHOLE TIME I HAD BEEN DEALING TO HIM.
They didn’t want him to run, so they had called security and had me keep dealing. Like WTF, pit boss should’ve tapped me out and dealt to him himself.. (kikitaco)