It's A Trap!
It's A Trap!

"I worked as a security guard on the night shift. The biggest losers are in a fantasy land where they don't even notice. Never actually saw addicts get worried about the future.

Casinos do everything they can to encourage that attitude. What I remember most vividly from my one visit to a casino was how the dealers and exchangers or whatever they're called had plastic handles that they used to shove money into holes on the table when they gave the players their chips. $5 chips were called 'nickels' to make people believe they were spending 100x less than they were. The money had to disappear as fast as conceivably possible, so the gamblers didn't realize how much they spent. The windows were all artificially lit so the gamblers wouldn't realize it had gotten dark while they were inside and they could spend all night there."

Not The Dealer's Life For Me
Not The Dealer's Life For Me

"I've had guys tell me I'm the worst dealer ever, I suck. I would just reply 'have a nice day!' The other people at the table were generally on my side. I've higher rollers slam the table with their fist or not react at all to losing thousands.

The worst and the saddest one that sticks in my mind is a guy who was around $2,000 down on blackjack. He was nice. He was tipping pretty well. I was rooting for him, as I tended to do. I knocked his tens for good luck. Then he lost a big one and just cursed so loud that the entire casino must've heard it. It was the kind of desperation in his voice and everything about him that told me he could not afford to lose as much as he just lost. He went to the ATM, and I rotated to another table.

It was stuff like that, the smoke in my face, and sleep deprivation from the late nights that led me to get out of there. A lot of other unpleasant moments too, but they all blur together. Money was nice, but it wasn't for me."

A Last Night Out
A Last Night Out

"I was security at a casino for a few years, the saddest story for me was this older gentleman, Tom. Tom would frequent the casino every day spending anywhere from $200-$300; I struck up lots of conversations with him because he was a regular and he was a genuinely kind person who I enjoyed seeing.

One day, Tom comes in, and I can tell he is upset. I don't make anything of it, but after seeing the guy for a few years almost every day, that day he looked really 'off' so a couple of hours go by and I track him down and ask how's the day going? Any big wins? Just general chit chat when he starts sobbing, tears running down his face and he tells me his wife had passed away from 'sudden cardiac death' is what I believe he called it, the night before, and he was devastated.

We talked for quite awhile. I tried comforting him while he played the machines, I had noticed he was betting EXTREMELY large, $200-$300 per spin on the slot machine, I knew that was a lot for him, but I didn't say anything because it's not my business and I was sure it's a coping mechanism for him at the moment, doing something he loved when he just lost the love of his life.

A few hours later I see him heading out the door, I run up to him, catch him and wish him all the best and that I'll see him soon, he smiled, said thanks for the chat and thank you for the condolences and left.

He booked a room in our hotel and took his own life. A little while later I find out through some other staff who were friends of his family, that he had spent all of his money, every dime that evening spinning high limit on the machines. I'm assuming because he wanted a little enjoyment before he took his life."

Do Not Poker The Bear
Do Not Poker The Bear

"I was playing poker at a casino years ago. I was playing $5/10 No Limit Holdem. Over the course of about two hours, I took three huge pots from the same guy. Each time it was a case of me out betting him, he folds, and I muck the winning hand (that means I opted not to show my cards because when the other players fold, you are not obligated to do so).

On the third big pot, I took from him, I showed him my cards for fun, and I turned over a garbage hand. He claimed he folded a straight. He got furious, and jumped to his feet, and started walking around screaming at the top of his lungs.

'THE NEXT TIME I HAVE A GOOD HAND, YOU BETTER CALL MY RAISE AND YOU BETTER PUMP IT.'

Security came over and calmed him down. He agreed to chill out.

What happened next was caused by me deliberately. I wanted to poke the bear and see this guy lose his cool.

He calls one of my bets, and the hand involved just the two of us, and one other guy. On the river card, the angry guy folds his hand, after me and the other guy bet and raise two or three times. The other guy folds his hand, and I show another bad hand to the table. I think it was a missed flush draw. The angry gentleman jumped over the table and tried to hit me.

Security was still close by and dragged him out of the poker room. He threw a few punches, and we saw them through the doorway, they had him pinned down to the floor, with their knees in his neck for 20 minutes waiting for the police. He was fuming for the first few minutes, and after that, he was trying to apologize, and begging them not to get the police involved."

Casino Tales Of Woe
Casino Tales Of Woe

"I used to work at a casino. I have a couple of stories. We spend one hour and 20 minutes on the table before a break.

One time, a guy went to the ATM about three or four times and came back with roughly $200 each time. Each time he got more and more nervous. The last time he came to the table he said 'This is the last of my cash, this is my rent money.' He got down to his last $50, and he turned that into like $800.

He was the only one at the table, and I said 'I shouldn't say this, but you should go home. You have done well, and you should cash that in and head home.' He said 'thanks, I appreciate it' and left. He came back 10 minutes later and lost it all.

He finished off with him taking off his shoes and putting them on the table and said, 'You've taken everything you may as well take my shoes too.'

One time, I was dealing, and this guy came up to my table and cashed in $1,000 bucks each time. He cashed in a total of $4,000. He could be the most aggressive guy I had ever met. He flashed his black card and preceded to tell me how important he was. He got aggressive by the $2000 or $3,000 mark and started berating me each time he lost.

After a while, I said, 'I don't care who you are, you have to treat me with some form of respect.' He was putting so much money over the pit bosses did nothing, and he settled a bit after I said that.

When I left the table, a young woman replaced me, and I heard that he started to do the same thing that he did to me, and she froze mid-hand. She couldn't move as he was yelling at her so much and she freaked. The pit boss came up to try and defuse the situation, and he hit him.

I heard he got a five-year ban."

Back On The Floor In No Time
Back On The Floor In No Time

"A gentleman at a poker table in the five-seat unzipped his pants and urinated on the dealer.

I never caught the signal the dealer used, but it was effective as all the guys who normally collect boxes from the tables showed up out of nowhere and removed him from the table like they were taking out the trash.

The table broke up so they could clean, dealer showered and put on a new uniform and I saw her on the floor again a few hours later."

The Sadness Gambling Creates
The Sadness Gambling Creates

"I used to be a casino host on cruise ships casinos. I've seen many people lose their crap, but there is one woman that I'll never forget... She was gambling A LOT. Towards the end of the cruise, I would find her on the slots she was crying and playing. I asked her what's wrong and she said 'I cannot afford to play anymore, this is all on my credit card.' I banned her from the casino, but it was already too late.

I also heard stories from colleagues that used to work for an Asian Cruise Company that they always would keep one lifeboat half lowered because Chinese people would jump overboard after losing all of their money."

Cue The Angry Mob
Cue The Angry Mob

"My mom's friend won a slot machine jackpot. Security had to swoop in and save her because she was a very casual gambler and would use like five coins then leave, but that night on one of her first coins she won the jackpot. The people around her were gambling addicts, and some of them had been working that machine for hours before and felt it should have been their win.

So they tried to attack her for the money, but she did get it. This wouldn't have been a big win either because it was a small place but scary stuff."

Grandma, Please!
Grandma, Please!

"My father-in-law works security, and he watched an elderly lady lose everything at a poker table, and then go around and steal a couple people's purses/wallets.

When they confronted her and asked for ID, she wouldn't give it to them because they weren't the police. When the police arrived, she still wouldn't give them her ID or even her name, saying they couldn't arrest her if they didn't know who she was. They arrested her anyway. The last thing the cop asked her was, are you at least going to cooperate and walk out with us to the car, or are you going to do it the hard way.

They had to carry her out, and she was kicking the windows in the back of the car the entire time."

The Bust That Leads To Chaos
The Bust That Leads To Chaos

"When I was in Vegas, I was watching an intense game of blackjack. The guy bet everything he had, convinced that since he was on a winning streak, this would be the hand that doubled his winnings. Unshockingly, he busts. As soon as they swooped his chips away, he began slamming his hands on the table, with his girlfriend, dressed in a cheesy tight mini dress and seven-inch heels, screaming at him and telling him that he promised her a Birkin purse with that money and crying.

An unsuspecting guy accidentally bumped into this irate dude, and that just made him lose the rest of his cool. A chair went flying. The guy he bumped into stepped up and starts asking him if he wants a piece of this. Shoves are exchanged, and the screaming starts just as a high heel is thrown straight past the sore loser's face and right into someone else's head.

I wanted to stay and watch the throwdown, but my boyfriend yanked me away with a solid 'NOPE.' Just as well -- two furious looking Vegas PD officers were shoving their way through the crowd as we stepped away."

Go Directly To Jail
Go Directly To Jail

"I haven't been in the gaming business since the 1990s, but I've seen everything from tantrums on the floor to attacks on workers.

The worst one though was some moron right out of prison with his homies lost his money on the blackjack table, took it personally, went out to his car, waited for the dealer to get off work, followed him, and then beat the living crap out of him when he stopped for gas."

Everything Gone In A Day
Everything Gone In A Day

"I sat next to a guy. He drove a Pepsi truck. He said his mom died and left him $30,000. He'd never seen this much money before, so he thought he could turn it into $100,000. We were at the blackjack table. He was getting wasted and crying because of his mom. The waitresses were flirting with him the whole night, and he tipped them $25 every drink. In two hours he lost everything. He had this look of nervousness on his face and said his wife was going to kill him if she found out about this because they had four kids and wanted to buy a house.

He walked out. Ten minutes later I went to my car and saw that he got arrested for drinking and driving.

In 24 hours, his mom died, he got a ton of money, lost it all, probably got divorced, got arrested for drinking and driving, and was sitting in the back of a cop car with blue balls from the waitresses."

He Makes A Fine Point
He Makes A Fine Point

"I watched my uncle lose everything at a poker table, so he proceeded to the bathroom, came out with his pants off, threw them on the table and say pants plays. The dealer said 'We can't take your pants, sir.' He said 'Why not, you've taken everything else.'

He was escorted out of the casino very upset."

That's One Way To Get Out Of A Bad Hand
That's One Way To Get Out Of A Bad Hand

"I've been a dealer for ten years. On my third day ever of dealing, I am dealing Pai Gow Tiles. (Asian domino game, try to get pairs and tiles to add up as close to 9 as possible). On a $25 minimum game. A guy bets $25 to $75 for a good two hours. He then slides his whole stack on the one hand for $3,000.

For those who know the game, he gets Teen-Dai Bo. I pull Ji-Jun. For those who do not know the game, its like he got pocket kings, and I got pocket Aces. Or he pulled a 20 in blackjack, and I just pulled 11 cards to make 21. The odds are ASTRONOMICAL. It's the ONLY hand that beats him.

He slams his fist on the table swearing in Chinese, chips fly everywhere and begins to shove his finger down his throat. He self-induces vomit all over my game. Closes the table and pit down for clean-up."

It's All For The Crab Legs
It's All For The Crab Legs

"The first time I was ever in a casino I was skulking around the blackjack tables. I was baffled by the minimums. Anywhere from $500 to $5,000 a hand? I thought it was nuts. But this was a busy day, and all of them were full.

I sat behind the $5,000 minimum table. And watched a guy lose hand after hand after hand. I always figured that when someone bets at the high roller tables they have so much money that they can afford to throw it away like it was nothing. Not this guy. I don't know if this guy just wanted to be a high roller for the day or what. But he was visually upset and very quickly bleeding into AUDIBLY upset. He lost his last hand he lost it. He yelled 'Where is that broad, I want a Manhattan!' then proceeded to rant and rave until the pit boss came over and offered him something or other.

He continued to be a jerk, and so three security guards came over and escorted him to the buffet. I like to imagine he tried to get his tens of thousands of dollars back in crab legs."

This Guy Was A Real Jerk!
This Guy Was A Real Jerk!

"I lived in Vegas a long time. A friend came to town, and we went one to play blackjack. We are sitting there, and my buddy notices the third member of our table was the tight end from an NFL team he loves and the three of us are having a great conversation.

Then this clown straight out of 'Jersey Shore' walks up and joins us, obnoxious from the start. He jumps into our conversation and is being a jerk, really loud. He's talking trash to this NFL player, making rude comments to the waitress. Every hand he loses he starts cussing and starts verbally abusing the dealer. I notice a group of well-dressed men arrive behind us, and at first thought that they were just spectators to this slow train wreck.

The pit boss comes over and warns him twice. The guy flicks a chip at him and yells 'You know who I am? You don't want to mess with me!' Before that chip even made it to the pit boss they kicked the stool out from under this guy and slammed his head into the table 3-4 times, dropped him face first on the floor, and dragged him out by his feet.

That guys night did not end well."

The Casino Ragequit
The Casino Ragequit

"My girlfriend and I were at a local casino for dinner on Saturday, so we decided to take a lap around the playing floor afterward.

We are walking by the blackjack tables and notice a small crowd around a guy who had a pile of chips in front of him. After it's clear he lost it all to the dealer he starts screaming that he couldn't lose and begins to slam his head into the table. He ends up leaving in handcuffs."

Gambling Leading To Near Murder
Gambling Leading To Near Murder

"A friend used to work at a casino in Las Vegas. He said one day, a woman came in and gambled away about $30,000 which was her family's life savings, all their money, and also her son's college fund.

A few hours later, my friend goes on his break and stumbles on the lady and her son (around 17-18) in the parking lot, and the kid is livid. He's screaming at her, calling her every name in the book, yelling that she ruined his life and he now can't go to college because of her, she's now dead to him. During all this, his mother is bawling like a baby and pleading with him to stop yelling at her and saying that she's sorry.

My friend had to call security when the kid started to assault her.

When they arrived, though, they saw him drive out of the parking lot and nearly run over his mother as she was lying on the ground and shrieking for him to stop.

It was disheartening, my friend said."

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