The pit boss told one ploppy that there is only one waitress serving the entire casino in the graveyard hours. YOU GOT TO BE PATIENT, the pit boss said.
You're probably okay in Nevada. But don't try it in Alaska. My boss wound up with a beautiful transvestite (unbeknownst to him) sitting on his lap. :yikes:
The pit boss told one ploppy that there is only one waitress serving the entire casino in the graveyard hours. YOU GOT TO BE PATIENT, the pit boss said.
Here's how to respond:
Place your bet in the circle. When the dealer gets to you, waiting for a hand signal, tell her, you will play your hand when the waitress takes your drink order. Otherwise, just sit there. :grin:
He's just kidding. Yes, it's irritating when the waitress forgets your table exists, but the game must go on, which is where one's focus needs to be. I wish this was the only distraction I had to face at the tables. Lousy cards, irritating dealers, angry, loud-mouthed drunks, snail-like players, sweaty pit critters -- these are among the things that bother me more than dilatory, dimpled drink deliverers.
When I want good service, I tip more than the average person, which invariably gets waitresses tapping me on the shoulder to see if I'm still okay. If a waitress does not milk her biggest tippers, she likely suffers some mental defect.