Ok, nothing like
@Payback's story, but hey, where else can I share these, right?
Several years ago, I and
@detroitdad were playing $1/$2 NLHE at Motor City Casino in Detroit. It was a Friday or Saturday night. Busy as hell. So this guy at the table is chewing his nails something crazy. He ends up getting felted while continuing to chew on his fingers/nails and ends up catching a hangnail and bleeds onto the felt and promptly walks off. Dealer calls the floor over and after several minutes, probably more like 20 minutes, they decide to shut the table down due to the blood having to be properly cleaned.
So they herd all the players at the table to one of the very few vacant tables in the cardroom. We all sit there for at least 20 minutes anticipating a dealer will arrive and play will continue. 20 minutes turns into another 20 minutes and still no dealer. Place is crazy busy. Long waits to join other tables. Floor comes by a few times and says a dealer will be over shortly. I sit there for another 10 minutes and nothing changes. I lose interest, cash out and leave.
My second story isn't a poker story, but it is a casino story. It is crazy, so I think it fits in here.
So it's like 1998 and my roommate and I decide to go to Windsor, Ontario (just across the river in Detroit) to go to the bar. Don't ask me why. It wasn't the titty bar. Just a normal, run of the mill "meat market" style establishment in Windsor. So we park in a parking lot, get out of his Jeep and start walking across the lot towards the "meat market". My roommate steps into a pothole in the parking lot, twists his ankle and goes down. He springs-up and starts limp-walking in an attempt to shake it off. After several minutes and increased swelling to his ankle, he decides to call it a night. So we pile back into his Jeep with me driving.
As we near the Ambassador Bridge to go back to Detroit, he tells me "turn right here, I want to go to the casino". I obey.
This is the current Caesars Windsor, however at this time (it just opened that year) it was called Casino Windsor. We get parked and we go inside. He is really struggling to walk as his ankle has now swollen to the size of a softball.
So upon entering the casino, he tells me he wants to play $20 slot machines. I'm like "ok" as I have absolutely no interest in putting so much as a dollar into one of these machines. So I follow him over to a bank of the $20 slot machines. I watch him put $300 into one of the machines and not hit a single thing. I mean not a single return. Nothing.
So while this is going on, behind us, I hear a commotion. This is at another bank of the $20 slot machines. I hear the familiar "dink, dink, dink, dink" sound when a machine hits. We turn around and there is this lady who says she just hit for $10k. We take a look and sure enough, she did. The attendant comes over, places a plastic sleeve into the coin slot, congratulates her and says she will be back. My roommate says he has a feeling the casino is paying tonight so he decides to keep playing.
I then watch him put $500 into a machine two machines down from the one he initially played with the same results. Not one win. Nothing.
Now during the last of my roommate's $500 being fed into the other machine, the lady behind us is waiting to be verified and paid for her $10k hit. During this time she decided to play the slot machine right next to her winning machine. I kid you not, I hear the "dink, dink, dink, dink" sound again. The same lady hit for another $10k on the second machine while waiting to be paid for the first machine!
My roommate was disgusted. We subsequently left as the same attendant placed another plastic sleeve into the coin slot of the second machine.
This has always reminded me of the scene in the movie "Casino" when Sam fires the slot manager for multiple jackpot hits: