dark_hatchling
Active Member
Went to Red Hawk in CA, waited around for a fresh shoe to be shuffled, found one, played a little..came up..came down, was near my broke limit when i was wonging around just to see if any good counts came up...found a fresh shoe where the count started to climb rather nice as I clearly back counted (as i was earlier..passing up open spots and looking at the shoes), hopped in, first hand got dealt 8s, had to reach in my pocket and pull out some of my "cash out" chips to split them, lost that hand but the count was pretty damn good at that point, bought in some more, won a couple nice hands then comes the fun part...
Dealer asks me for a players card and was kinda harassing me about getting one so I said "sure" then the PB came over and didnt react much as he kinda whispered to the dealer "now he wants one" then he gave me the card and ID back and gave me a stone look and just said "here 'my name'" and it sounded like he said something else to the dealer as he walked away. No "good luck sir" or a smile, and he made sure to keep coming over and eye the table..was definitely feeling some heat. Count is still getting up there..then this fat dumb **** ploppy comes and buys in....long story short..him and this other dude got pissed off when I hit my hard 12 to a dealer 2 and busted with a 10, they both stayed, dealer flipped over a ten then a 7 or 8 or something, I killed the table that time, then the ****er is like "wtf man, we're here to win. are you gonna do that again? seriously?" I said "i might..if it comes up" he says, "alright, cash me out dealer, im out" and the same PB comes over to see what the fuss was about and didnt say anything. I lost the count when that douche gave me **** so, I just played a few more hands and cashed out for the night.
all in all..came up a few, felt some heat, and had some jackass give me ****...good times. ill be back.
Dealer asks me for a players card and was kinda harassing me about getting one so I said "sure" then the PB came over and didnt react much as he kinda whispered to the dealer "now he wants one" then he gave me the card and ID back and gave me a stone look and just said "here 'my name'" and it sounded like he said something else to the dealer as he walked away. No "good luck sir" or a smile, and he made sure to keep coming over and eye the table..was definitely feeling some heat. Count is still getting up there..then this fat dumb **** ploppy comes and buys in....long story short..him and this other dude got pissed off when I hit my hard 12 to a dealer 2 and busted with a 10, they both stayed, dealer flipped over a ten then a 7 or 8 or something, I killed the table that time, then the ****er is like "wtf man, we're here to win. are you gonna do that again? seriously?" I said "i might..if it comes up" he says, "alright, cash me out dealer, im out" and the same PB comes over to see what the fuss was about and didnt say anything. I lost the count when that douche gave me **** so, I just played a few more hands and cashed out for the night.
all in all..came up a few, felt some heat, and had some jackass give me ****...good times. ill be back.