Unfiltered Story #192466

, , | Unfiltered | April 26, 2020

I wish this website was around circa 1995 when I worked in the teen Center of an Atlantic City casino (which shall remain nameless). It was the end of the night and I was handing out prizes to kids who turned in their tickets from the games. A parent wanted her child to get a larger prize but she didn’t have enough tickets and I wasn’t allowed to upgrade the prizes. She was clearly drunk and started cursing at me. Then when that didn’t work she took out her prosthetic eye and tried to put it in my hand. I was so caught off guard that I didn’t know how to respond. I finally said that I thought she needed it more than I did. I looked at her daughter and could tell she was mortified. So I just finished my job and locked up the center but I was so shaken up. I called my manager and explained what had happened. But his response was that he would investigate and see what kind of customer she was, which was code for he would find out how much she spent in the casino. It must have been a lot because nothing was ever done about it.

To Customers, Competence = Magic

, , , | Right | March 31, 2020

(This happens at least once a week when I walk the floor at the casino where I work. Guests will flag me down and then:)

Guest: “My ticket/card/cash won’t work in this machine. Fix it!”

(I take the item from the guest and insert it into the machine. It works perfectly, and the guest stares at me.)

Me: *waves* “Magic hands. Have a great day!”

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Unfiltered Story #187681

, , , | Unfiltered | March 1, 2020

I am at my table dealing blackjack when a customer comes up to my table. Players in this city are notorious for being cutthroat and ruthless.

Me: How’s it going tonight sir?
Player: Shi**y that’s how.
(He then slams a single 25$ green chip in the betting circle and I deal him a fourteen.)
Player: Best you could fuc**ng do huh? Hit me!
(Lost the first hand. It’s important that this time he put another SINGLE chip up. I dealt him a 13 turned to do a check in with my supervisor and out of the corner of my eye saw him add money to his bet. As I have been dealing here awhile and have become accustomed to players trying to cheat I simply flick the chip back)
Me: You can’t add money to your bet after the cards are out sir.
Player: hit me
Me: Bust
Player: The fuck is wrong with you? I didn’t ask for a hit I want my 100$ back.
Me: You did, and you only had 25$ up.
Player: No way call the floor.
(I called my supervisor over and told her of what happened, she decides to call surveillance. I normally let it go but because this time this guy was being a pain I leaned back and let her know he capped his bet, the industry term for adding money after the cards are out. Meanwhile I have another player in the table who doubled for a large amount of money waiting.)
Me: I’m so sorry about all this sir.
Other player: Don’t worry it’s quite all right.
(Meanwhile while waiting he goes to the table next to me and within 2.5 seconds)
Other Dealer: Floor!!
(My pit boss a separate supervisor comes up behind me.)
Me: What’s this guy doing?
Pit boss: Sit tight somethings happening.
(Never having heard that before I was nervous, within a minute security was surrounding my table asking the guy to step off the table. They pull him away and begin arguing. He suddenly breaks away comes back to the table slams his hands down and yells at me.)
Player: Did I add money to my bet?
Me: Yes I pushed the chip back to you and tried to forget it.
(He was then escorted out yelling the whole time how he wants his 100 dollars back. I never saw him again.)

Unfiltered Story #187667

, , , | Unfiltered | February 29, 2020

( I am dealing blackjack in the no midshoe entry pit. This is sort of like low level high limit)
Me: How are you sir?

Player: Fan-fuck**g tastic
(He slams down his money, I give him his chips and the game begins. He loses the first few hands visibly angry and increasing his bet each time. Finally he plops down a large one. He gets a jack and a four)
Player: Not even a fuck**g chance.
(He raises his hand like he was about to hit me, he then brought it down on the table and got another jack)
Player: This place is fuck**g rigged.
(He smacks the bet off the table sending chips flying down the pit onto other tables and into other players. We pick them up count it get them back in my rack and my supervisor asked me what happened)
Supervisor: What was that about?
Me: Couldn’t handle his game.

Unfiltered Story #187047

, , | Unfiltered | February 26, 2020

(I am standing at my blackjack table on a busy Saturday night. My table was higher limit then normal so I had been dead awhile. A player walks up and just as I begin to pick up my cards he leans in and ask)
Player: Where do I get chips?