Bitches in Meadows

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:

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:

if you are there to drink, this makes sense, if you are there to make money, it doesn't

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.

Back in my musician days, we always told the crowd to be sure to tip your waitress.... we all want a "well tipped" waitress.:grin:

"Milking her biggest tippers" was an unintended double entendre. I did not mean to get you started, metronome! Get a grip!!! :laugh: