So I've posted several times contradicting more experienced advice concerning camo and heat, stating that "my store doesn't know better" yadda yadda, and here I am, making my "First Backoff Post!" So I got the first scar on my record, and I cannot play blackjack or Spanish 21 at the **** casino in the NW (PM me... I'll risk a guess as to whether or not I can trust ya :grin
, but, of course, the damn slots are open.
It had to be my 14th time at the spot. I walked in with a friend, cocky-as-a-newbie-would-be and ready to show off my abilities. My buddy goes to take a piss while I buy in at a six-deck because it was lower stakes and it wasn't pitch, so for him to warm up it would work well. The dealer was shuffling while I sat down and I bought in and waited patiently. The PB looked at me, and then looked at me again as if to confirm that it was this strange-looking dude who didn't belong who he'd seen numerous times before drinking, smoking... and winning over a 100 units in a series of short trips.
"(insert my real name here), right?" His voice was kind and unthreatening. I knew I was fawked, but I could almost call it "being made love to" considering the ego tickle I got from knowing I was not just lucky... I was threatening the profit margins of this establishment! My inner punk rawk returns in a less-than-musical fashion.
So, I learned that if someone is willing to build and run a casino, then they're probably also willing to learn to recognize an AP. Perhaps this reality check will keep me awake!
G
, but, of course, the damn slots are open.It had to be my 14th time at the spot. I walked in with a friend, cocky-as-a-newbie-would-be and ready to show off my abilities. My buddy goes to take a piss while I buy in at a six-deck because it was lower stakes and it wasn't pitch, so for him to warm up it would work well. The dealer was shuffling while I sat down and I bought in and waited patiently. The PB looked at me, and then looked at me again as if to confirm that it was this strange-looking dude who didn't belong who he'd seen numerous times before drinking, smoking... and winning over a 100 units in a series of short trips.
"(insert my real name here), right?" His voice was kind and unthreatening. I knew I was fawked, but I could almost call it "being made love to" considering the ego tickle I got from knowing I was not just lucky... I was threatening the profit margins of this establishment! My inner punk rawk returns in a less-than-musical fashion
.So, I learned that if someone is willing to build and run a casino, then they're probably also willing to learn to recognize an AP. Perhaps this reality check will keep me awake!
G
