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.
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.