I have a few times in life, it really makes your day and restores your faith in humanity, like most people are actually good people not looking to fuck you over unless totally desperate.
The most notable such incident happened to me in the least likely place you could imagine
I'll remember this till the day I die.
Cue up the Western hotel on Fremont Street about a block East of the El Cortez, same ownetship, kind of the EC light
The place was totally for got locals with Penny slots, dollar beers , dollar blackjack, the rawest BJ dealers you'd ever see in your life , frequently Asian females that did not speak understandable English, and had no clue as to count a hand containing an ace . They had one pit with maybe 6 tables, pit bosses were almost as raw as dealers, mostly bummy locals playing $1/ hand just trying to break even and suck down a few free draft beers
If Walmart ever ran a casino,.it was would have been the Western, a fun joint with a total local flavor, it could pass as a biker bar sort of joint.
The $1- 500 BJ limit was hilarious. I'd be drunk off my (__*__) and just fucking around counting cards not even trying to win or seriously counting just small shit like starting at $2 and maybe dropping to $1 or pushing it to $10, maybe even going 2 hands, still just toying with them and not even caring about winning or losing, just really relaxing
This joint was so tight the cashier's cage would call the pit ( which was all of 50 feet away ), if you cashed in just one lousy green chip, the place was just so old Vegas , it became .addictive, is this actually real ?
They actually had a handwritten sign at the cashier's cage stating that you had to buy a full roll of pennies.
Well one night I'm just screwing around on the BJ table, not playing to win because you can't beat them for real money, it's Just too easy and they have no tolerance for a winner counting or not
The conclusion since I set it up so we'll
One night ( I think it was nighttime, almost certainly was. I'm just fucking around playing a very beatable game of BJ , that I can't play for real money at my favorite dive
.
It's a day or two before Christmas in either 1992 or 1993. I'm pretty sure those tables had 7 spots, full table, kind of ordinary and uneventful.
Out of nowhere this one dude pulls out a wad of $100 bills, had to 30 k easily
He proceeds to adding $100 to the best of the other 6 players, all the.$1- 5 players typical of the joint.
So if the player wins they now have $200, I lost, he put everybody that lost that to another hand, and.continued until all 6 players got paid , and then promptly left. So basically everybody got a $200 gift from a total stranger.
$200 In 1992 dollars would equate to nearly $400 now, pretty generous to gift that kind of money to basically low life sort of bums at a total one star hotel/ semi- casino / dive bar.
I'll say this much, I have enough street smarts to pull out a 30k wad at a place like that. Roughly 10th and Fremont ain't a safe area.
How much do you need to have to do something like that? , More importantly do it on a safer manner
That is my best true story that is just about unbelievable. Up
The most notable such incident happened to me in the least likely place you could imagine
I'll remember this till the day I die.
Cue up the Western hotel on Fremont Street about a block East of the El Cortez, same ownetship, kind of the EC light
The place was totally for got locals with Penny slots, dollar beers , dollar blackjack, the rawest BJ dealers you'd ever see in your life , frequently Asian females that did not speak understandable English, and had no clue as to count a hand containing an ace . They had one pit with maybe 6 tables, pit bosses were almost as raw as dealers, mostly bummy locals playing $1/ hand just trying to break even and suck down a few free draft beers
If Walmart ever ran a casino,.it was would have been the Western, a fun joint with a total local flavor, it could pass as a biker bar sort of joint.
The $1- 500 BJ limit was hilarious. I'd be drunk off my (__*__) and just fucking around counting cards not even trying to win or seriously counting just small shit like starting at $2 and maybe dropping to $1 or pushing it to $10, maybe even going 2 hands, still just toying with them and not even caring about winning or losing, just really relaxing
This joint was so tight the cashier's cage would call the pit ( which was all of 50 feet away ), if you cashed in just one lousy green chip, the place was just so old Vegas , it became .addictive, is this actually real ?
They actually had a handwritten sign at the cashier's cage stating that you had to buy a full roll of pennies.
Well one night I'm just screwing around on the BJ table, not playing to win because you can't beat them for real money, it's Just too easy and they have no tolerance for a winner counting or not
The conclusion since I set it up so we'll
One night ( I think it was nighttime, almost certainly was. I'm just fucking around playing a very beatable game of BJ , that I can't play for real money at my favorite dive
.
It's a day or two before Christmas in either 1992 or 1993. I'm pretty sure those tables had 7 spots, full table, kind of ordinary and uneventful.
Out of nowhere this one dude pulls out a wad of $100 bills, had to 30 k easily
He proceeds to adding $100 to the best of the other 6 players, all the.$1- 5 players typical of the joint.
So if the player wins they now have $200, I lost, he put everybody that lost that to another hand, and.continued until all 6 players got paid , and then promptly left. So basically everybody got a $200 gift from a total stranger.
$200 In 1992 dollars would equate to nearly $400 now, pretty generous to gift that kind of money to basically low life sort of bums at a total one star hotel/ semi- casino / dive bar.
I'll say this much, I have enough street smarts to pull out a 30k wad at a place like that. Roughly 10th and Fremont ain't a safe area.
How much do you need to have to do something like that? , More importantly do it on a safer manner
That is my best true story that is just about unbelievable. Up
