Blackjack Dealers Reveal All

So one relatively busy night I’m dealing cards at the table. There were several high-rollers to my right and a low-roller playing thriftily off to my left. But otherwise nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Or so I thought. Then this blonde lady saunters over to my table. Initially I didn’t make anything of it because she was dressed well, looked pretty good and carried herself with comportment. I thought maybe she was the wife of one of the high-rollers at the table, but it turned out she was a curious onlooker who was about to turn things upside down for the evening.

For the purposes of privacy I’m not going to divulge the name of the casino where this happened because it may prove a little embarrassing for this now regular casino ‘player’ or myself – who knows :) This was a $10 blackjack table that I was working at. A new round of betting began and the players at the table were eagerly putting down crisp notes. But this new lady – who just so happened to be blonde (no stereotypes) – she withdraws a dime from her bag. She proceeds to place it on the table and says, “Deal me in Mr. Blackjack Dealer.”

Place your bets, please!

I looked around me. Perhaps I’d imagined this whole scene – I mean I was exhausted. She taps the coin on the table and says, “Excuse me sir, kindly deal me in!” with rising impatience in her voice. It was futile to try and explain to her that the betting requirement was $10. A dime hardly qualified as a valid bet meeting minimal gambling requirements. Telling this gorgeous lady that her bet was insufficient was like running the gauntlet. But it was a chance I had to take.

After several moments of non-comprehension she relents (or so I thought). There was some sort of flash of understanding in her eyes that let me know that she understood what I was trying to get across. The next part was really hilarious and bizarre. She opens a pack of M&Ms and pops two green ones alongside her dime bet. By now the game at my table had rapidly ground to halt. She calls over the pit-boss and accuses me of prejudicial betting practice. Well I tell you – when the penny finally dropped I was in shock. She stalked off to the slots – but not even they would entertain her delicious gambling tokens.

I have seen lady no-such-luck many times since her failed Dime and  M&Ms caper. And she appears not to want to get involved in any manner of blackjack gaming. I guess her candy stunt may have been the  outpouring of the inner-workings of a severely distraught mind, or perhaps it was a slick reality TV caper to test dealer reactions to the weird and wonderful of the Vegas elite? Who knows – I suspect the latter, because this dame bears a striking resemblance to a stand-up comedy act right here at the casino.