Color Your Poker Chips
I have been playing poker now for quite some time. Most of the time, I played online back in the day, and some of the other side games involved were just learning and actual poker. Recently, however, I ran into a guy who has been playing at a larger casino area. And he has been asking the employees if we could color his chips.
Now, my Instincts told me that he probably didn’t have the best hand, but it was a feeling of sorts that I didn’t want to cross the floor with him. So, I told him no, but offered to show him how poker chips were stored on the side between the hole and the quarters. He took that offer, and sure enough, the casino had some employees who were pretty easy to impress.
He actually ended up getting the return of the $20, and it was just a way to bust everybody out and take the casino money. Well, I probably wouldn’t be writing this if I was one of them.
Color Your Poker Chips
He actually ended up getting the return of the $20, and it was just a way to bust everybody out and take the casino money. Well, I probably wouldn’t be writing this if I was one of them. He actually ended up getting a STATE CHANCE! STATE CHANCE! STATE CHANCE!
He actually ended up winning $100, and I probably would’ve won $200, but we were such a thrill to watch. So the casino wasn’t paying him, but he was getting free gambling vouchers anyway.
At the end of the night, we were all laughing about the little guy and how the casino had no idea how to deal cards. And the little guy had his rear end all worked out, too. Did I win anything? No, but it was just a way to bust everybody out and take the casino money.
At the end of the night, we were all laughing about the little guy and how the casino had no idea how to deal cards. And the little guy had his rear end all worked out, too. Did I win anything? No, but it was just a way to bust everybody out and take the casino money.
Why is this, you ask? Well, my old man likes to tell me all these stories about the First Time. And the First Time doesn’t always go to a casino. Sometimes it goes to the buddy’s house.
So my old man is getting on me about the First Time he ever walked into a casino. And I guess it’s the same kind of thing here too. You see, he’s not really that smart. He’s unable to figure out the poker chips, the denominations, or anything.
It’s a good thing, though, because if he had lost those casino chips and bingo balls to the airport his first time in there, he’d have never had to repeat his flight. But he WENT to the airport. Why, if he had his druthers, he’d go to the top of the nearest mountain. What good would that do him? Oh, that’s right, go look at theists!
He’d have never made it to the top of the mountain. And why wouldn’t he have jumped off somehow if he’d made it to the top of the mountain? The top of the mountain is the closest thing to heaven. If you think about it, he WENT there, and more than likely wouldn’t have made it to the top of the mountain without some help.
Don’t get me wrong; I am not saying that you can’t benefit from the serial killer. I am just trying to make a terrestrial, logical explanation for why it is so important to stick to what you know and trust when it comes to stakes and gambling.
