My favorite store-WOW- let me repeat that-WOW these people are annoying scum.
Saw some dood speeding through the tables pushing ahead of him a helpless mentally handicapped individual. This person was then abandoned to drool on himself for a good half hour- unchecked even briefly, mind you, while said ploppy aggresively pilfered his stake in some pathetic attempt to make his day better.
Im backcounting a shoe where yet another big fat black lady is playing 2 spots at ten each but taking up 3.5 seats with her blubbery, outrageous ass cheeks. Taking up another 1.5 seats is ,of course, her aquaintance. This is an actual crack-whore. She has a large bump on her forehead- it looks like someone has tapped her on the head with a hammer. She is not playing. She is chain smoking and dropping her lit cigarettes on the carpet when she is done. She makes no effort to step on them. We might all die trapped in burning hell for all she cares. She offers nothing other than lip to the waitress who has informed her that fetching drinks for ugly broke assed crack whores does not suit her fancy.
New 10 min tables open- every spot has a marker except one- i sit and wait 8-9 minutes for them to wash and then were ready. There is an enourmous beast of a woman- another salty black chick to my left suddenly looking alarmed that there is nowhere to put her bet. Her SECOND bet. I am informed, courtesy of her annoying friend that She wants to play two spots. The enourmity of what they are implying is too much for me to understand immediately and I fumble for words. I cannot give her the toungue lashing she so badly needs. I utter in astonishment "i've been here 10 minutes sitting next to you waiting" and "the spot was open, are you f#4$ng kidding me? This woman wants me to pick up my bet and LEAVE so she can spread two $10 bets. Now if I was Creeping Panther I would have head butted her but to my shame I only cursed her and stumbled away, shocked and confused.
Next table count skyrockets- i mean, lucky lady worthy count here. Dealer proceeds to give everyone at the table a lesson on how to lose. Making matters much , much worse I make an unbelievable error surrendering 88 vs an ace. She pulls 3 ace upcards in a row- I insure all 3 and she doesnt have it. ever. She gives me stiffs only and im surrendering like a deranged asian ploppy- 16's 15's 14's - I want half my sh?t back. I'm playin defense on every move and shes still opened my nose. So this debacle ends mercifully and 3rd base ploppy wants a few words. He has been huffing and puffing at my unthinkable actions of course. Slowing the game and wrecking the flow.Now he leans in to whisper to me his nuggets of wisdom, seemingly afraid that a PC might get smart regarding his omnipitence. I am informed that surrender is a sucker bet and I am losing because I should only insure good hands.
This is in the span of an hour. It goes on and on. These are some of the more pleasant people i've met there.
Saw some dood speeding through the tables pushing ahead of him a helpless mentally handicapped individual. This person was then abandoned to drool on himself for a good half hour- unchecked even briefly, mind you, while said ploppy aggresively pilfered his stake in some pathetic attempt to make his day better.
Im backcounting a shoe where yet another big fat black lady is playing 2 spots at ten each but taking up 3.5 seats with her blubbery, outrageous ass cheeks. Taking up another 1.5 seats is ,of course, her aquaintance. This is an actual crack-whore. She has a large bump on her forehead- it looks like someone has tapped her on the head with a hammer. She is not playing. She is chain smoking and dropping her lit cigarettes on the carpet when she is done. She makes no effort to step on them. We might all die trapped in burning hell for all she cares. She offers nothing other than lip to the waitress who has informed her that fetching drinks for ugly broke assed crack whores does not suit her fancy.
New 10 min tables open- every spot has a marker except one- i sit and wait 8-9 minutes for them to wash and then were ready. There is an enourmous beast of a woman- another salty black chick to my left suddenly looking alarmed that there is nowhere to put her bet. Her SECOND bet. I am informed, courtesy of her annoying friend that She wants to play two spots. The enourmity of what they are implying is too much for me to understand immediately and I fumble for words. I cannot give her the toungue lashing she so badly needs. I utter in astonishment "i've been here 10 minutes sitting next to you waiting" and "the spot was open, are you f#4$ng kidding me? This woman wants me to pick up my bet and LEAVE so she can spread two $10 bets. Now if I was Creeping Panther I would have head butted her but to my shame I only cursed her and stumbled away, shocked and confused.
Next table count skyrockets- i mean, lucky lady worthy count here. Dealer proceeds to give everyone at the table a lesson on how to lose. Making matters much , much worse I make an unbelievable error surrendering 88 vs an ace. She pulls 3 ace upcards in a row- I insure all 3 and she doesnt have it. ever. She gives me stiffs only and im surrendering like a deranged asian ploppy- 16's 15's 14's - I want half my sh?t back. I'm playin defense on every move and shes still opened my nose. So this debacle ends mercifully and 3rd base ploppy wants a few words. He has been huffing and puffing at my unthinkable actions of course. Slowing the game and wrecking the flow.Now he leans in to whisper to me his nuggets of wisdom, seemingly afraid that a PC might get smart regarding his omnipitence. I am informed that surrender is a sucker bet and I am losing because I should only insure good hands.
This is in the span of an hour. It goes on and on. These are some of the more pleasant people i've met there.
