Sunday, October 17, 2004

The Bubsy

We've had three golf tournaments come through the Golden Nugget over the last three weeks. Golfers are perhaps the worst group of people in the world. They are obnoxious and for the most part non-tippers. In fact, when there is a golf tournament we are packed, but usually end up making less than when we are much less crowded. The latest tournament is called "The Bubsy" after the founder, I guess.

The dealers on "whore watch", noted that the whores were working double time. As soon as they would come down, they would go back up. Also, there were quite a few whores that accompanied the golfers at the tables. The ones that didn't get whores went to a strip club called the "Spearmint Rhino". Sorry about my use to the word "whore", but if you know me, you know I like the word. It is one of the stronger words in the English language. I try to use it as much as possible.

I had one golfer that came to my table with about $200 in chips. He asked for a marker (credit line). I called out for one and the floor person said that he would be right there. He was very busy, we had a ton of "Bubsy's" come in and the marker system was in chaos. So, I shuffled. After I shuffled, the golfer looked at me angrily and said, "where is my marker?". I told him that there were some problems going on with the computers and if he wanted to bet more than the $200, because we could wait. He said that he didn't want to bet more than the $200. He played two hands and won them both. He looked at me frustrated and threw his arms up indicating that his marker still hadn't arrived. I replied that I was sorry and the floor person was very busy. He played more and more and won an amount that totaled more than the marker amount he requested. The floor person came over apologizing. The golfer yelled at him and said that he was too late. All this anger and he never even needed a marker. What a waste of perfectly good anger.

Another one of the golfers I had today turned out to have won a grammy. He won it for writing a Chaka Kahn song. What would people think? He was an older, white, non-tipping male golfer. That lifestyle just doesn't scream Chaka Kahn to me. How do you like your R & B? As white as possible please.

Our new Casino Manager is driving everyone crazy. He came into the high limit pit today and saw it was busy. He told the pit manager that he wanted a floor person on every game. To do that, he would have to have all of the floor people in the whole casino be in the high limit pit. It clearly isn't logical thinking and makes me wonder how he got this job. Also, it indicates that he doesn't trust the dealers. This isn't the first time that he has shown distrust. He once said to a floor supervisor to add up the total number of chips on a three-dealer baccarat game every hour, regardless if there were any players on the game. When asked why, he replied that he didn't trust the dealers. He said this in front of the dealers and appeared to be very serious.

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