Wrap up of the end of the month…I know I should have been posting but a million and one things seemed to get in the way.
I dealt a $4-$8 holdem game; sit down in the game, the departing dealer states, “I’ve asked for a setup and it’s supposed to be on its way.”
The player in the 2 seat is a youngster that appears to be about 22-23, he pipes up with, “Is he asking about my ID?”
I’m still trying to speak with the departing dealer, pull the deck together, shuffle, count the rack, and the 2 seat has asked me a question…
The 2 seat becomes more adamant with, “Do you need to see my id?”
I pride myself on being slightly crazy and unorthodox so I go with the moment and reply to the 2 seat, “Yes! Let me see your ID.”
He produces it, laying it on the table. Theatrically, I pull it out into the center of the table, look at it…all the players are focused on what I’m doing; the departing dealer is waiting to push into the game in front of us; everything stops for one short moment in time. I call the 2 seat by name and say, “Nice to have you in the game.” As I push his ID back to him.
Shuffle up and deal. The conversation takes a turn with the right side of the table, all men; they comment on how I want to see his ID so I can find out his name, address, etc., and hustle him. An older gentleman on my right made the comment that I’m only interested in younger men. Hysterical!!!! Don’t think I haven’t dated younger men. I have. I just wouldn’tpick up a dateat the poker table.
I find it to be very funny that the whole table has no idea what has just happened. One of the players, Sonny, I really enjoy him as a personality at the table and we always exchange ‘hellos’, asked me what happened there…after I got pushed out of the game. After explaining it to him, he’s enjoyed the whole scene as much as I have. Sometimes when I sit down in the box and Sonny’s in the game, he asks, “Do you want to see my ID?”
On the other side of the coin, everything isn’t always fun. The players that think you have ‘something to do with it’ as a dealer are still out there. There little, tiny, Neanderthal Brains are showing sparks of activity as they express themselves with card throwing and vulgarity at the dealer…come on you pigs, you know who you are. After all…how could it be your fault? You’re supposed to win every time you enter into a hand and everyone else is supposed to lay down and die…not before they give you all of their chips, of course.
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Dealing to Notaris…he’s shoveling french fries and a burger into his mouth. One of the fries falls out of his hand about mouth level and lands in a fold of shirt; chest level. After the fry sits there through 4 hands, I finally reach across the table, tap his hand, and point at his shirt. He never missed a beat, kept shoveling, betting his hand and pulled the fry from his shirt and ate it too. What a country.