Friday, April 02, 2004

Getting Barred

A Casino Executive politely taps you on the shoulder. There is a security guard standing next to him.

Executive: "Excuse me, Mr. Smith? I'm Joe Schmoe, the casino manager for this shift. Could I talk to you for a minute?"

You: "Sure."

Executive: "Mr. Smith, we've been watching your play recently and I'm afraid I can't let you play any more blackjack here. You're too good for us. You're welcome to play any other game at the casino, though."

You: "I'm sorry to hear that. I'll miss this place. Mind if I go cash out?"

Executive: "Not at all."

You: "Thanks. Pleasure to meet you."

Executive leaves. Guard watches carefully as you go to the cage, cash out all your chips and leave the casino floor.