thanks for holding my money for me
In a fitting end to my month of recruiting travel I once again found myself paying for bud lights at the horseshoe outside chicago. the place was packed, much busier than last time I was there. we had a hard time getting in to a table, but eventually got settled in to a $15 craps table. Once again I drew the amateur night table. the worst part was that it was the same dealer as last time. If you can’t start to grasp craps dealing after 160 hrs of working the table; it’s time to start looking into other career options.
this was easily the slowest game of craps I’ve ever played, but much like sitting in traffic, I was sure that if I tried to move to another table I would have to wait another half hour for a table that probably had dealers of comperable quality.
Oh and another aside: attention craps players: fuck you and all of your complicated prop/hop bets. Seriously, if you can’t figure out what you should be paid, quit using that fucking strategy. Yes, the dealers are slow, but you are making the problem worse when five of you are only making prop bets. I fucking hate all of you.
And one more thing. If your pre-roll ritual takes a long time, it better fucking stay on the table.
I love gambling.
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