Call me daddy!

It’s business as usual…poker here, poker there, people running in from all over the world, wins/losses, stories galore…one place opens…one place closes. You just go with the flow. Oh, one important factor here, you’re a female dealer/player.

You open a new casino…high limit poker and the works…it’s not your first but you’re hoping it’ll be your last. Like maybe Ed McMahon does have your phone number after all or maybe that guy that kept sticking his knee into your thigh while you were dealing bought you a lottery ticket and will call to tell you that you’ve won the biggest jackpot in history. (Is this a total dream or what?)
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Serving Brain Damage

One of my favorite cocktail waitresses moved around our table taking orders. She turned around and accidentally bumped the hat of the player in the 10 seat (Ritchie) with the edge of her tray.

She instantly apologized, he said it was ok, that’s why he wears the hat. The whole right half of the table was laughing – including Ritchie – she looked at me and mouthed, “I’m so sorry!”

The player in the 1s asked, “Hey, what are you doing?”

She recovered quickly, stating, “Oh, I’m just trying to serve Brain Damage. Anybody want one?”

The player in the 1 seat had missed everything…he looked up at her and said, “Yeah. I’ll try one, what’s in it?”