I'm not really a card counter, although I have been playing A LOT of blackjack lately. 6-8 deck games, DAS, dealer stands on soft seventeen, 1-20 betting spread, weak penetration (although I found one dealer that gave great pen and ALSO showed the first burn card w/o anyone asking).
Anyway! This is vs another dealer. I am flat betting / voodoo betting through a couple shoes and just cleaning up. Up around 100+ units. At one point I'm guessing the count is positive (not rly sure, I find it very difficult to keep track while playing my hand / talking to people / having fun esp. if I have a big bet out there) so I stand on hard sixteen vs dealer big card. The ploppy hits and busts, then the dealer busts. The ploppy mumbles something about how terrible a person I am (or something) and the dealer says "what I would do is just throw it right back at him. I mean, he's making all the money so if he's going to start standing on sixteens, then you can just throw it right back at him", assuming I suppose that poppy should hit me back by standing on whatever stiff hand he had there vs dealer big card. Of course it didn't bother me at any point, but looking back it just made me howl with laughter at the idiot dealer who seems to take it for granted that the ploppy can see into the future and predict which cards are going to come out of the shoe.
Anyway! This is vs another dealer. I am flat betting / voodoo betting through a couple shoes and just cleaning up. Up around 100+ units. At one point I'm guessing the count is positive (not rly sure, I find it very difficult to keep track while playing my hand / talking to people / having fun esp. if I have a big bet out there) so I stand on hard sixteen vs dealer big card. The ploppy hits and busts, then the dealer busts. The ploppy mumbles something about how terrible a person I am (or something) and the dealer says "what I would do is just throw it right back at him. I mean, he's making all the money so if he's going to start standing on sixteens, then you can just throw it right back at him", assuming I suppose that poppy should hit me back by standing on whatever stiff hand he had there vs dealer big card. Of course it didn't bother me at any point, but looking back it just made me howl with laughter at the idiot dealer who seems to take it for granted that the ploppy can see into the future and predict which cards are going to come out of the shoe.