So its another usual P triple M Saturday night at the craps table. The table was surrounded by a sea of ghetto funk all screaming for the trey trey. My register remained virtually empty except for a couple of $3 place bets on the six and eight. Meanwhile the field and the big Six and big Eight were loaded with bets. The dice were moving slowly due too all the heavy setters. Prop bets were coming in while the dice were in the air, and all I kept hearing over and over was, Pay the lady and my other favorite phrase, Pay ME MY MONEY. Thus the name P triple M Saturday has won my heart. Over and over the dice are thrown and I keep asking myself over and over again, What is this new trend with the ghetto funk of calling out numbers to the dice while they are in the air? I find myself wondering if the small pieces of plastic really understand our language. Ive contemplated actually talking to them and seeing if they can be more cooperative than most of the fleas at the table. So for the first seven hours of my shift this was the story along with no tokes and it was as monotonous as trying to explain to all the Chinese dealers that trey trey really means three three, thus a hard six.
As our shift winds down and the magic hour of our table closing moves upon on us a miracle happens. George finally shows up and comes to save the dealers from our eight hour stretch of misery. Not only did George show up but George showed up in the form of two hot ladies. In my mind there is nothing better than a hot lady who plays dice and knows how to toke. I loved them so much I wasnt even thinking about short sticking. These two Georges completely flipped the mood of the game as they kept throwing in tokes right and left and making bets for the dealers. It was wonderful to have tokes thrown into me on the table in front of all the fleas that had been there for the last seven hours and yell as loud as I could, Thank you so much for the tips, dealers appreciate it. Thus as well the soft hustle began as I was working third base, the Georges were on second and one of my flea players on third is shooting and says to me, Now we are going to make some money, To which I so happily replied to this flea, Yes and thanks to those two wonderful ladies the dealers are finally making some money!
All in all it wasnt a bad night due to the fact that it ended on a good note with good tokes thanks to the Georges. Ive learned in dealing dice that it makes no difference how many players you have, its what kind of players you have that makes all the difference. To all the fleas out there I want you to know that out of all the combinations on the dice Im so happy that there are more ways to make a seven than any other number. When there is a table of fleas Im just waiting for the next call of seven out so your money will go into my register and you will get frustrated and walk off the table. Call it what you want but I call it Karma. To all the Georges out there I want to say thank you. You pay my rent and I will do all I can to give you excellent service. You take care of us and we will take care of you. Later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
