I once worked as a security officer at a popular casino/resort. One afternoon, I was walking the floor. It was a slow day, and not much was going on. I was looking at one of the new slot machines that had just been installed when I heard a shout.

Guest: “Hey! Hey buddy!”

It was a nasally, obnoxious voice. I turned to see an older man heading my way at a fast clip, holding something in his hand.

Guest: “Hey!”

He shouted again as he stopped in front of me, practically shoving what he held in his hand up my nose. I stepped back slightly, enough to make out that he was waving a fifty-dollar bill in my face.

Guest: “Where are the quarter machines?”

I opened my mouth to answer, only to hear him say:

Guest: “Never mind, I see them.”

With that, he spun around and practically ran into a smaller area of the gaming floor. I realized after a moment where he’d gone, but before I could even take two steps in his direction, he’d sat down at a machine, put his money in, and hit the button. Knowing what was coming, all I could do was wait.

A few moments later, I heard another shout.

Guest: “Buddy!”

He had left his machine and was heading my way again.

Guest: “That machine just ate all my money!”

Me: “That was a fifty-dollar bill you had, right?”

Guest: “Yeah! I bet twice, and it was gone! What kind of quarter machine is that?!”

Me: “There’s a simple answer, sir. Before I could tell you where the quarter machines were, you went into the high roller slot area. You just played a twenty-five-dollar machine.”

I watched his eyes start to widen in horror as that information sunk in. I pointed towards a bank of machines behind me.

Me: “The quarter machines are over there.”

Turns out he’d just gambled away his gas money and demanded to speak to a slot supervisor because he wanted his money back. I went and tracked one down, he relayed his story to her, and she had to tell him that since he willingly played the machine, there would be no refund.

He walked off, ranting and raving, when he finally saw that no amount of arguing was going to get his money back. All the supervisor and I could do was look at each other and shrug.

It’s not like it was hard to tell the difference between quarter machines and twenty-five-dollar machines, as all of the machines were very clearly marked with the price for each spin, but it does help if you read the signs before just assuming you know what machine you’re at.

I was vacationing in Las Vegas for my birthday, and we went to see “Absinthe” at Caesar’s Palace. The show takes place inside a large tent. Like many events in 2021, they had security at the front to remind people to wear masks. I heard another attendee arguing with a guard.

Woman: “I am outdoors! Why do I need a mask?”

Guard #1: “You are heading into a tent, so you need to wear your mask whenever you aren’t drinking something.”

She huffed and puffed but eventually put her mask on.

We were shown to our seats, which were right in front of the woman, and I heard her talking.

Woman: “I’m not going to wear a mask! I’m not responsible for everyone else!”

A second security guard came over to her.

Guard #2: “Ma’am, you need to put on a mask.”

Woman: “I don’t have one. Can you get me one?”

He brought her a mask, and she put it just long enough for him to walk away.

Woman: *To her friends* “I have one. I’m just not going to wear it.”

She continues to not wear the mask, and when security walked near her, she’d take a drink to get around not wearing it.

The shows started, and twenty minutes in, another security guard came and escorted the woman out of the show. I heard her boyfriend say, “Hold on!”, and he chased right on after her.

Tickets were in the $200 range. I hope it was worth it to get kicked out in front of six of her friends all because she couldn’t listen to the rules.

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An Ugly Side Of Society Has Been Unmasked, Part 31

I work in a bingo hall. It’s early March 2020, and we’re in the middle of our evening bingo session. Some customers play our fruit machines during the intervals, reserving the machine with a sign whilst the bingo is in play. 

On this particular evening, [Customer #1] has done just that, and goes off to play. Unseen to the staff, [Customer #2] sneaks to the machine, and collects her credit to a ticket and disappears into the main hall. [Customer #1] returns in the interval to find her money gone. She explains what’s happened, and we check the CCTV.

By the time we do this, [Customer #2] is nowhere to be found – but crucially, she hasn’t tried to cash in the ticket. I access the system, pay [Customer #1] the cash, and make a note on file as to what’s happened.

Fast forward a week or so, to our last night before lockdown (thanks, global health crisis!) In steps [Customer #2], heading straight for the manager on duty: me.

Customer #2: “I have this ticket to cash. I was going to wait until the next time I was playing, but with everything going on…”

Me: *Playing dumb for the moment.* “Okay, let’s have a look.”

She hands me the ticket, and it is indeed the stolen one.

Me: “I can’t cash this; it’s someone else’s money. We’ve already paid them out.”

Customer #2: *Beginning to cry.* “No, it’s my money! I won it from the machine!”

Me: “We have CCTV of you taking this from someone else’s machine.” *Tearing up the ticket and throwing it in the bin.* “You’ll get your barring notice in the post; now get out before we get the police involved.”

I never did find out what happened with her getting barred, as our club was closed permanently before we came out of lockdown. All this over £11!

Working in a casino, I watch card games and make sure dealers pay and collect correctly.

Some kid comes up to a baccarat table. It’s his twenty-first birthday, and he’s with a group of friends. He pulls out his last $5 chip and asks the dealer what pays the most.

Dealer: *In broken English* “Bet Dragon $5, make $200.”

He bets on Dragon — less likely to hit than betting a single number on roulette, it pays 40:1. Sure as s***, it hits. He’s looking at his $205 in front of himself, and he asks:

Player: “Can it happen twice in a row?”

Dealer: “Not happen too much time.”

He lets the $205 ride and hits it a second time, so now he has $8,400 sitting in front of him.

Player: *To his friends* “How much should I tip the dealer?”

Friend: “I dunno, bro. Like a stack?”

A stack is $2,000.

The guy dunked $2,000 into the dealer’s tray and walked away, saying he was never gambling again.

We haven’t seen him back.

When I was younger and the years still started with one-nine, I worked in a casino at the cash-in desk. One of our regulars enters our casino, coming in from the affiliated hotel across the street. She’s a problem customer, often drunk, but she has a new problem today.

Customer: “Get me [large sum of gambling chips]. It’s under [account name].”

Me: “Ma’am, I’m afraid you have no more credit available.”

Customer: “Yes I do! I sent a check to pay my balance!”

Me: *Checking the notes.* “I’m afraid that check was returned for insufficient funds.”

Customer: *Acting outraged.* “You mean because I don’t have enough money in my bank account to pay you, I can’t get any more from you?”

Me: “Yes. That’s exactly what I mean.”

Customer: “Well that’s not fair! It’s called credit! You credit me! I’m not supposed to have it!”

Me: “We’re not a credit card, ma’am. We do not give out money to you that you do not have.”

Customer: “Well you should! You’re going to turn away business if you don’t give them money!”

She stormed out. Hopefully, later she ran that sentence back through her head and realized how stupid she sounded.