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Taking Savannah
Benny looked down at my bets again, then back at me as if I had donned a cape and mask and was telling him the earth was Bat. What are you trying to pull here? There are no five-thousand-dollar chips on the layout. Look again, I said, practically pleading.I am looking. You have two bets of $15. At that point I had to take another glance at my bets. Was it possible that somehow I'd fucked up and never got the chocolate chips down on the layout? Could that wonderful color combination have fooled me also? Suddenly the helper, who hadn't said a word during the entire confrontation, came to my rescue. "Benny, she said timidly, I think there's a chocolate check underneath she poked her head down the layout with squinting eyes both his bets. Benny finally lifted off the two red chips on the 1 9 through 36 bet. When he saw the chocolate, he went into shock. His body literally swayed as he stared blankly at the chocolate chip. For a moment, I thought the poor guy was going to tumble or have a stroke or something. The helper had to tell him to lift the reds off my firstcolumn bet. When he saw the second chocolate, he went stiff and started to look terrible. The color drained from his face and his mouth sagged. I began feeling nervous looking at him. I was hoping the Boorman would arrive quickly, almost like a corner man online praying for the referee to step in and save his fighter from a further shellacking. Finally, the helper called over the Boorman, perhaps saving Benny's life.
The Boorman was a young guy not yet out of his twenties. Benny still couldn't talk, so the helper explained the situation for him. The floorman didn't ask any questions. He went immediately dowl pit to get the ranking pit boss. They returned to the table t By that time Benny had regained a little of his composure. now he could talk, and I was relieved to notice the color null to his face. The pit boss was in his midfifties and had one of those faces with a hooked nose and small beady eyes. I got the imWI he was the type of guy who wouldn't trust the pope. Helill suspiciously at me, then at my chips on the layout. What he s those beady eyes were my two original bets of $5,010, a c with two reds on top, and the three sets of three red chips Be paid me. I would have been better off had Benny put all those he'd paid me back in his chip well. Had he done so, the would have only seen my original bets. His view would ha a lot cleaner. How could you not have seen both those chocolate c the pit boss asked Benny rather crudely, without much res his age. I thought the bottom checks were also red, Benny a weakly.
The pit boss turned his hawk face on the helper. Did those chocolate checks before he spun the ball? No. The pit boss turned into a ball of steam. Alright, hold t minute. Without looking at me, he turned on his heels andilis back into the pit. At that point I had to get assertive. Anr approach would have been to show weakness. What's the problem? I called out loudly to the pit boss He turned smartly back toward me. I'm sorry, sir, he s cold politeness. I'm going to have to verify that your bets we before the dealer spun the ball.
I immediately went into my being-insulted routine. you mean, verify that my bets were there? That's online casino policy, sir. All winning bets of a hundred or more not called out by the dealer must be verified by survdllill before they can be paid." He went to the podium, picked.
