interesting story i thought i'd share
Was in Aruba last week and it was great, but there was little to do at night after dinner, and my hotel had 2 casinos adjoined to it, so come past 10pm this is where I (and sometimes even the gf joined) would spend my time
One particular night i couldn't sleep so i saddled up to a blackjack table at around 1am. This was after a particularly bad night at the other tables earlier so I went into "larger bets on two hands" mode. For some reason, this did not sit well with the dealer. The rules clearly state that if one player wants to bet more than one hand, each hand has to be double the minimum bet. Knowing this, and noting that the minimums were low, I had no problem betting as such. Well, as luck would have it, I started going on a run, winning both hands 3, 4, 5 times in a row! While I am happy, I notice that the dealer isn't saying a word and is essentially glaring at me while asking for my "hit/stay" signals. Noticing this, I asked him in a joking manner if I was annoying him by winning. No word of a response. Just a glare. Brushing it off by being in a good mood with my winning streak I continue to play. My run continues. I'm hitting blackjacks on one hand, dealing out low card 20's on the other, dealer busting out when I get crappy 12's or 13's. I'm winning so much a small crowd starts forming at the table as the other players would clap and give me the congenial "nice hand." Everyone except the dealer. The dude is seething, so much to the fact that when he's dealing out his hand and noticing that it would force him to bust and me to win, he would slam the card down in a frustrated manner. I notice this, however, being completely sober and getting a bit tired, I ignore him (two previous attempts to schmooze failing miserably). It nears 2am and I decide to go to bed, feeling proud of the stack of $25 chips in front of me (i came away with $575 that night) so I decide to stand up. Normally, especially after a large winning streak as mine, it is very customary to color your chips out for larger ones and tip the dealer (common courtesy). Seeing as DickFace David didn't want me to win, I didn't want to tip. I gather my chips, do not color out, do not leave a tip, and walk away. As I round the table I look back and notice that he has stopped dealing altogether (he has 4 other players sitting there) and is watching me walk out with the fieriest of all glares I've ever seen. Being sober and tired, I did not feel particularly yappy, but needing to get a final "word" in, I took this as an opportunity to grab a $25 chip, and while staring DickFace in the eyes, proceed to hand it to another dealer without saying a word.
I never understood what pissed him off that night, whether it was betting two hands or my winning streak, and I never saw the same dealer the rest of the week, but it was the most bizarre casino experience I've ever had. All other dealers, and I've been in front of many, have worked with the player, getting excited when they win, explaining the rules, generally chatting, and providing a good experience, because after all, it wasn't like it was his money.
long story but it still sticking with me as a very confusing experience
Was in Aruba last week and it was great, but there was little to do at night after dinner, and my hotel had 2 casinos adjoined to it, so come past 10pm this is where I (and sometimes even the gf joined) would spend my time
One particular night i couldn't sleep so i saddled up to a blackjack table at around 1am. This was after a particularly bad night at the other tables earlier so I went into "larger bets on two hands" mode. For some reason, this did not sit well with the dealer. The rules clearly state that if one player wants to bet more than one hand, each hand has to be double the minimum bet. Knowing this, and noting that the minimums were low, I had no problem betting as such. Well, as luck would have it, I started going on a run, winning both hands 3, 4, 5 times in a row! While I am happy, I notice that the dealer isn't saying a word and is essentially glaring at me while asking for my "hit/stay" signals. Noticing this, I asked him in a joking manner if I was annoying him by winning. No word of a response. Just a glare. Brushing it off by being in a good mood with my winning streak I continue to play. My run continues. I'm hitting blackjacks on one hand, dealing out low card 20's on the other, dealer busting out when I get crappy 12's or 13's. I'm winning so much a small crowd starts forming at the table as the other players would clap and give me the congenial "nice hand." Everyone except the dealer. The dude is seething, so much to the fact that when he's dealing out his hand and noticing that it would force him to bust and me to win, he would slam the card down in a frustrated manner. I notice this, however, being completely sober and getting a bit tired, I ignore him (two previous attempts to schmooze failing miserably). It nears 2am and I decide to go to bed, feeling proud of the stack of $25 chips in front of me (i came away with $575 that night) so I decide to stand up. Normally, especially after a large winning streak as mine, it is very customary to color your chips out for larger ones and tip the dealer (common courtesy). Seeing as DickFace David didn't want me to win, I didn't want to tip. I gather my chips, do not color out, do not leave a tip, and walk away. As I round the table I look back and notice that he has stopped dealing altogether (he has 4 other players sitting there) and is watching me walk out with the fieriest of all glares I've ever seen. Being sober and tired, I did not feel particularly yappy, but needing to get a final "word" in, I took this as an opportunity to grab a $25 chip, and while staring DickFace in the eyes, proceed to hand it to another dealer without saying a word.
I never understood what pissed him off that night, whether it was betting two hands or my winning streak, and I never saw the same dealer the rest of the week, but it was the most bizarre casino experience I've ever had. All other dealers, and I've been in front of many, have worked with the player, getting excited when they win, explaining the rules, generally chatting, and providing a good experience, because after all, it wasn't like it was his money.
long story but it still sticking with me as a very confusing experience
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