I lose $200, withdraw another $200, and turn it into 800 big ones. That part happened surprisingly quick. Then I have a $150 bet on the table. The dealer gives me two aces. I split them, get a ten and another ace. Split again and get a 3 on the second ace and a 4 on the third ace. You can't hit when you split aces, so I'm stuck with the two bad hands and a great hand and $450 out on the table.
The dealer makes a twenty-one the hard way, so I push on one and drop the other two. That was the apex of the excitement. But on the way to that hand, I was buying drinks for the whole table, tons of laughs, the dealer was having fun (ostensibly) and unlike a lot of the time, people were smiling and joking. There was old Andy from London who had a nose you could hang a Christmas ornament off of. This fortyish woman from Portland who travelled three days a week and only drank mimosas. Two pairs of young couples who couldn't stay long and played longer than they should have.
Eventually they all left. I gave the casino every single one of their chips back. At the end it was just the dealer and me. I had a stack of greens that was $200. The pit boss looked at me with pity I don't want to remember right it was so sad and disgusted. I felt tired from all the drinking bet the last two hundred, lost it and left quietly. Fast trip long drop.
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