Some time back, I'm in a casino where I'm on a pleasant first name basis with many of the dealers and pit personnel. The games offered are only decent, but very playable with the spreads that are allowed. I'd been at a 6D table for an hour or so, up a few units, when the count skyrocketed in the middle of the shoe. I shoved out my max bet and (as often seems to be the case) I got the dreaded 16 with the dealer showing a queen. Unfortunately, I had no surrender option so my only choice was to stand and take my medicine.
I had been joking with the dealer and talking about hands we'd seen, people at the tables and such, so I pulled a minor stunt that's usually good for a laugh: While hesitating as if I was unsure what to do, I asked the dealer what she had down. She smiled and quipped that she couldn't tell me that. So I leaned over so that my head was at the table level and tried to look under her downcard. Coming up, I immediately announced "I'll stay. You've got a six under there." The expected laugh did not follow. She got a very serious look on her face and called the floor. He came over, said hello to me, and asked what was up. She explained that I had looked under her downcard and that it was a six so I had chosen to stay. He thought for a second and then asked if I could really see the card. I told him not really; I just did it for a laugh.
He didn't laugh. He told her to finish the hand. I stayed and she turned over...of course, a six and proceeded to bust! She paid me off and he congratulated me and turned and walked away. Though I was happy to have won, I didn't at all like the vibe that I was getting, so I decided to play a few more high count hands and take my leave.
After three or four more hands the pit boss returned with a look grim enough to send a chill down my spine. He told the dealer to stop dealing and said, "Mr. Zod, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to..." Sh*t, I thought. All this over a joke. Then he finished, "...move to another table." I told him I didn't understand and he explained that they had decided to close this table and I could move to another. I did, played a few more hands, and then left for the steakhouse dinner that he had comped me earlier.
I ran into him a couple of hours later and he asked me again if I had actually seen the downcard. "Of course, I said. "That's why I always win so much." He had a good laugh and told me he'd see me next weekend.
Since then, I have played in this casino many times with no residual effect other than the joke that I'm not allowed to play at table 14.
Best,
ZOD
I had been joking with the dealer and talking about hands we'd seen, people at the tables and such, so I pulled a minor stunt that's usually good for a laugh: While hesitating as if I was unsure what to do, I asked the dealer what she had down. She smiled and quipped that she couldn't tell me that. So I leaned over so that my head was at the table level and tried to look under her downcard. Coming up, I immediately announced "I'll stay. You've got a six under there." The expected laugh did not follow. She got a very serious look on her face and called the floor. He came over, said hello to me, and asked what was up. She explained that I had looked under her downcard and that it was a six so I had chosen to stay. He thought for a second and then asked if I could really see the card. I told him not really; I just did it for a laugh.
He didn't laugh. He told her to finish the hand. I stayed and she turned over...of course, a six and proceeded to bust! She paid me off and he congratulated me and turned and walked away. Though I was happy to have won, I didn't at all like the vibe that I was getting, so I decided to play a few more high count hands and take my leave.
After three or four more hands the pit boss returned with a look grim enough to send a chill down my spine. He told the dealer to stop dealing and said, "Mr. Zod, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to..." Sh*t, I thought. All this over a joke. Then he finished, "...move to another table." I told him I didn't understand and he explained that they had decided to close this table and I could move to another. I did, played a few more hands, and then left for the steakhouse dinner that he had comped me earlier.
I ran into him a couple of hours later and he asked me again if I had actually seen the downcard. "Of course, I said. "That's why I always win so much." He had a good laugh and told me he'd see me next weekend.
Since then, I have played in this casino many times with no residual effect other than the joke that I'm not allowed to play at table 14.
Best,
ZOD
