Tonight I was in the office talking with Pete (supervisor) and I had placed my glasses in my shirt pocket while I racked up tokes. I went to the Cashier, left there, and put my glasses on. My vision was strange. I wondered what the hell happened as I walked through the room.
Bingo! I remembered this wonderful little pair of rose colored glasses (yes, the lenses are rose colored) loosens at the right side by the bow. Sure enough, I’d lost a lens. I backtracked and there it was – still intact – lying on the carpet. Lucky for me none of the players had trampled through that section and Valerie (phone person) had a small screwdriver in her glass case.
Another night – I wear bras that have an under wire – I sat down to deal $20-$40 Stud. I’d been at work for about three hours and nothing out of the ordinary happened until I hit this game. Something felt strange about the bra and I looked down to see my shirt popped up by my armpit…sure enough the wire had slipped its casing and was pushed out of the bra by about three inches. As I waited for the players to finish betting on the River, I tried to discreetly push the wire back down but it was a ‘no go’. No one even seemed to notice the point sticking up in my shirt – except me.
Mary (another dealer) was walking by the table and I asked her if she’d deal a hand. She did. I raced into the office and pulled the wire completely out – tossed it into the garbage and went back to deal. Mary exclaimed, “Wow! That was fast.”
I just nodded and slipped in to deal the rest of the down.
I’ve had zippers break in my slacks but the mandatory apron covers all that so…just keep dealing. A few times, in days gone by, I’ve worn uniform shirts that won’t stay buttoned. I’m not large breasted so it always amazed me when I moved my arm and my blouse popped open across the chest. It was worth a laugh a few times and embarrassing other times.
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Last night I was dealing $20-40 stud. Joe was in the 5s and he’s really most of the action in the game. He used to play at The Mirage a lot and the first few years Bellagio was open, he was there all the time. Now he visits infrequently as he lives in Florida and plays back East from time to time.
We have a standing ritual when he wins a pot, he throws tips at my pocket. If he misses I keep the tip, if he hits the pocket I keep it. He actually doesn’t throw it – sort of lofts it up and it drops down my shirt front to my pocket. It’s a game. He gets a kick out of it and I laugh at him…usually goading him, “I can’t believe you’re only trying twice,” when he misses. He’s pretty good at it though.
Mike A. queried, “Doesn’t that bother you?”
Me, “No! Why should it?”
Joe jumped in, almost in defense of himself, “We’ve been doing this since the Mirage days.”
Mike continued that the breast was a sensitive place and a chip could miss and blah, blah, blah.
The top of my pocket sets above the breast but I didn’t explain that. Not to worry, a few minutes later – Mike, in the 3s – won a pot and skipped a $ chip off my chest. I told him he threw it much harder than Joe does. He lamely said, “That was really cute.”
I’m not sure which part, my comment or the fact that he can’t toss.
Joe is really the only player that I’ve ever felt comfortable in allowing to toke in that manner. So to the rest of the world…Don’t get any ideas.
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Most of the games of late have been extremely relaxed and easy to deal. Nicholas has been in the room every night this week and we’ve spent one of my breaks, each night, discussing poker in depth – not the land of bad beats – poker as a lifetime endeavor.
He’s definitely charming, cute, and easy to visit with. One night he was in the 2s in a game with Paul – the lunitard that has the frog charms in front of him (previous posts) – and Paul was even halfway level headed during this session. Lunitard? Lunatic/retard.
The 3s opened and it took Nicholas about four hands to realize that it was open, he moved into it. I told him I couldn’t believe it took him that long to decide to move. Ok…you would have to read the previous post – he is “Nicholas in the three seat”. So what the hell was he doing in the 2s?
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My friend Jim from CO – AKA The Monkey – is making a journey to the city of lights and twisted dreams. He will be coming Friday night and staying for a week.
He is coming on business – hello self destruct and gamble mania. Whoa! Wait a minute. He swears he isn’t going to be drinking and he won’t entertain the boys in the $30-60 game…time will tell. I’ve heard a few of his oaths before so I wait to see what the week brings. I wish I could bottle and sell his spontaneity and wit…but then everyone would be Jim and I would die laughing.