While dealing a $2-5NLH game, the 1s was having a little prissy fit over everything and anything. He was snarling when I got in the game and it didn’t change during my down. BTW, he was much too young to be a snarler. He complained a lot about his cards and seemed to have a visiting relationship with the 10s; anyway he kept leaning around me to talk to the 10s.When he was in the BB, he tangoed with the 10s. The Flop was 8-5-5, the 10s checked, the 1s bet min, a couple of calls, and the 10s check raised it to $30. The 1s leaned around me grumbling to the 10s thatthe 10swas running off all of the 1s’s customers. Everyone folded and those two were heads-up. Long and short of it, an 8 popped on the turn and the 1s called all-in when the 10s bet…after making comments like, “So that’s how you want to play it, huh?”The 10s didn’t say any thing, he just stacked the chips after he showed K-8. The 1s had 5-7.
This is where it starts to get funny. The 1s was fit to be fried, almost having little spasmodic attacks of his head trying to twitch off his neck. He jumped up and went to the list person and asked to be put on $5-10. He came back, pulled out a $5 chip for his small blind, and put two $100 bills out for a re-buy. As he was looking everywhere except the table, I took the $5 chip and put it into the rack, making change for his $2 blind. He looked back, no red chip…OMG! “Wait a minute. I had a $5 chip out there.”
“Yes you did!” as I slipped five blues out of the rack, leaving two out for his blind and putting the other three in front of him.
He jumped up to look at the $5-10 games, finished with the hand I’d dealt long before the action came back to him, and I’d caught the eye of a chip runner that came over to pick up his bills and bring him chips. He came back to an empty space where he had cash before. Another OMG! “Wait a minute! I had $200 out here. Where’d it go?”
“Yes you did, it’s now in my pocket and I thank you a lot…” *LMAO* That’s not really what I said. I agreed that he did and that it was on the way.
As the chip runner arrived with the 1s’s chips, the 3s was in a hand, heads-up, and some serious thought had been going on between the 8s and the 3s, the pot was around $300, and the 3s counted out chips that appeared to be in stacks of $100 and as he started to push out two stacks, the chip runner was behind him as she announced, “Two hundred. Good luck,” as she prepared to set the chips down for the 1s.
It was one of those uncanny things, as if she was announcingthe 3s’sbet and wishinghim good luck. The 3s’s head snapped around and he looked at her…then came back to life and completed the bet. He got a call and won the pot. I couldn’t help but share a laugh with the 2 and 3s as they recounted what had just happened.
The 1s got called to a $5-10 game. I would have followed him if I’d been playing.