Thinking about some of the old Roulette/Gambling forums and some of the crazy characters on them had me thinking about some of the real-life crazies I have encountered in a few of the different B+M Casinos where I have played.

Around the early 2000's, I went on an incredibly lucky spell at Roulette. It was like I had the Midas touch or something and it was unusual over a period of around 6-12 months where I didn't come home at least winning something. It's not just the Casino that notices winning players, the other patrons also cotton on real fast and you soon make a whole load of new friends. As a pretty much wet behind the ears kid in my 20's, I didn't really have the cynical thought that they were just interested in tapping me for a loan or trying to figure out what the hell I was doing different from them because they kept losing their cash in a rapid fashion. Even when I did eventually twig, I didn't mind buying them a few drinks or something to eat. It provided a captive audience to talk shop and no doubt massaged my ego.

Now this one guy (Keith) was Asian and would probably only weigh around 7 stone wet through. He was a student and didn't have much money. A typical system player who was never going to win anything because he was actually afraid to bet. He would wait for ages until he saw something really dominant and then bet for it to continue. He nearly always missed out and this guy would literally be at the airport when his ship came in. So I said to Keith one night to sit down in the bar and I would bring over a few pints of beer. So I take them over and excuse myself because I needed to go to the bathroom. On coming out of the restroom, something on one of the roulette tables must have caught my attention and I placed a few bets. In the corner of my eye, I notice two security guards storming up the aisle behind the table and one of them had this guy by the feet and the other is holding his head and shoulders. The guy is completely flaked out. Now it's not something you usually see and on closer inspection, it's Keith that they are carting out to the reception. Looking over to the bar and sure enough he is not there.

It turned out that poor Keith hadn't had anything to eat for a day or so and the beer which he  wasn't used to had made him faint. So from that day onwards he became known as 'half-pint Charlie'.

Feel free to share your funny casino stories / anecdotes. 

Good Thread.

I'll share an experience I witnessed in Canberra circa mid 2000's.  Busy night and I noticed some middle aged fella was betting $100 chips all over the table.  So I stuck around for a bit, then I noticed, he was playing multiple tables at the same time.

One table would miss, the other would hit, then he started to get louder and louder.  I have never seen a punter hurl so much abuse at dealers and get away with it. He has $100 chips everywhere, ball would land, and he had a $100 chip straight up underneath a stack of other players chips, everybody was cheering him on. 

Then he started giving the dealer sh1t, "you never seen that under there did you", trust me in this place, the dealers all spun for the house. So he collects his $3500, ditto the next table, $7000, back to this table, $11000, he was literally killing them every spin.

"You thought you had me, well you missed".  I got talking to a few who knew him, they told me he plays professionally, I was trying to figure out how much he was up, impossible, how much he bought in for, no idea.  Each time he won, the dealer would look at the pit boss who was watching with an embarrassed look.  It was like, I can't stop him, all the time, he was milking it.

The casino weren't gonna do or say anything, due to the level he was playing at, he was rubbing their faces into big time, laughing at them, taking the p1ss out of them, the tables were so busy, they couldn't really keep track of his placed bets.

Pure entertainment, somebody who had the backup to and the stones to extract a bit of justice for the little guy.  I watched this guy, winning for about 45 mins, he never missed more than more than a few spins without hitting, $100 on zero, plus a split, must have been betting $1500 per spin, occasionally he had $200 straight up. Take the money and run, I'm thinking, this guy was just accumulating, accumulating, all I knew was that he had come in from Sydney, actually he was a bit of scruff. haha 

Damn, when is they guy going to stop, when is enough, enough. I think it is the only time, somebody has professed (not him, rather those that knew him) to being a pro player of the ball and wheel game, inside a B&M casino.

Talking of bad behaviour, somebody I know hit a dealer with an ashtray, think it was in Gentings Sheffield, due to something the dealer had said. Nothing became of it, no ban, nothing. You can get away with all kinds if you play at a certain level and possibly are "good for the house".

Another crazy incident, may have mentioned in in my thread "is Roulette a fair game".  At the time, I was working 5 mins away from Adelaide casino. So occasionally would pop over at lunch time, to see what I could get.  This particular after noon, I lost.  Don't recall how much, but I had just dropped a couple of weeks pay inside an hour.  No time to recoup, had to get back to work.

On my way out, this pig sized pit-boss says to me as pass the table, "a few more of them".  In other words, he was goading me to lose a few more sessions.  It was like open warfare, had to spend the next 4 hours resolving IT issue and being polite to customers while seething on the inside.  I had just dropped a few k.  Come 5pm, I'm back over there, time for some payback.

Don't recall the details, but I exacted my revenge big style, after chipping up, I'm on my way to the cage.  But first of all, I had to see if Mr Piggy was still on duty, which he was. So I made a detour to walk past him, holding a handful of pinks, which I was playing with in my hand, I looked at straight and said "a few more of them", as I waked past grinning.

You should have seen the look on his face, pure gammon, it was worth a pink chip alone.  An absolute moment of satisfaction I won't forget. I think the demarcation lines were well and truly drawn that day. open warfare had been declared, as if it hadn't already existed.