Long ago, during the before-times, there was a poor college student who enjoyed attending other people's venues for poker at nickel/dime/quarter stakes. The "chips" in use were... actual nickels, dimes, and quarters.
When one idiot (not me, I swear) insisted his giant stacks of pennies from his nearly full 5 gallon water jug were ok so long as he placed them in stacks/multiples of five, the game runner instead acquired a set of plastic chips. They were white, black, red, and green. They had no spots. They weren't even dice chips...
and we thought they were fantastic! ...the "bees knees" even. Water-jug-boy even forwent any lamentations on the deprivation of his endless pennies. All was good as we let the plastic disks fly in denominations of white nickels, black dimes, red quarters, and green 50¢ pieces.
Then, one day, the game runner with the plastic chips graduated from college.... and summarily announced his departure to a faraway land in pursuit of new employment. The rest of us despaired and cursed our very existence as the man took his plastic chips with him. GONE, they were! We would again be relegated to the foibles of water-jug-boy and his endless pennies unless decisive action was taken.
But LO.... the aforementioned poor college student found himself, one day, in the most exquisite and posh of locales.... a "mall".
In this lustrous venue were store-fronts aplenty, and food courts, and kiosk barkers, and countless other curiosities. The abundance and variations of the hawkers wares were boundless and magnificent, and the poor college student was in awe. Could this place, full of wonders, be the solution to his problems? Why yes... it could; for he found himself standing in the shadow of a new and towering mall edifice in all its splendor... "Casino Supply".
Could this be his redemption and escape from water-jug-boy's pennies. Indeed it was! The business was abound with near limitless choices. The ecstasy of options was nearly overwhelming for the poor college student... and their it was! A selection of blank six-stripe chips in a plethora of colors...
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"Why yes, these are real clay" said the hawker. "Why yes, we can stamp gold numbers on them to represent dollars and cents." "Why yes, you can order hundreds of whatever colors you want. We'll take care of everything!"
It was all the poor-college-student could do not to weep with joy, for he had found all he could have ever hoped for. He thus presented his overdrawn and abused rectangular plastic means of payment and ordered... and it was good.
After a time, the new "clay" disks arrived and were cast upon the felt of the luxurious new octagonal folding table that was also procured the same day as the chips and
IT.... WAS.... GOOD.
Thus the poor college student and his fellows doth did revel and cavort around this table and chips for years to come. But, it was only after the poor college student became the "
slightly less-poor college graduate" and also discovered LIE of these so-called "clay" chips that he looked to begin the quest anew to find even better alternatives.
But THAT is a tale for another day.