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#64
07-30-2007, 07:54 PM
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My Experience in the Normandie Bathroom
Good post title, huh? I actually posted this a hundred years ago, everybody who read it except me and Zee are probably dead so here it is again.
Back in the early '80s, I have a big night at the biggest game in the cardroom, which was 15-30 lowball. I cash out and stuff all the money into my pockets. I check my watch: 1:57. I'll take a leak and head on home. Into the bathroom I go. Nobody else in there. I pull up to a urinal and begin the process. After a few seconds, I feel the presence of somebody standing behind me. You know how you kind of sense it, you can't tell whether you hear something, or feel something, but you know somebody's there? I take a casual glance to my left, craing to see if somebody's there with my peripheral vision. Nothing. Then to my right. There he is, I see him out of the corner of my eye. Just behind me. Big, black guy. Six-six at least. I'm the most non-prejudiced person I know. At least I thought I was. Adreniline starts to poor out my ears. I can feel my heart beating through my shirt and I'm afraid it's going to start banging into the urinal. Urine ceases to flow throw my whatever it flows through. He's just standing there, maybe two feet behind me. All the other urinals are unoccupied. I decide I'll wait him out. After all, it's almost 2:00, the bar'll be closing, the bathroom will be postiviely flooded (no pun intended) with inebriates any minute. Five seconds go by; ten; fifteen. It felt like fiteen decades. Sweat literally starts to drip off of me; I think it is urine sweat. Finally, I decide to confront him. I carefully tuck the family jewels back into my pants and wheel around. "WHADDYA WANT?" I scream, hopefully loud enough for those in neighboring municipalities to hear me. "Nothing, man," he says. "That's my lucky stall." Friggin' poker players . . . 
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#66
07-30-2007, 10:52 PM
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Re: getting robbed at Los angeles Casinos
I made a post about this before, but thinking on the story, I don't believe a word of it.
It cost $100 do open up a players account. I asked because I thought I didn't have enough, LOL. EDIT: I wanted to specify that opening an account is free, just that you would need at least $100 to do so. A lock box is a $100 key deposit. I don't see any good reason why anyone should be standing around in these areas with thousands of dollars at night.
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#67
07-30-2007, 11:43 PM
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Re: My Experience in the Normandie Bathroom
I thought you said you were at a urinal. Wouldn't that be his lucky urinal, not stall?
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#70
07-31-2007, 12:48 AM
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Re: getting robbed at Los angeles Casinos
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-Put your cash in your socks -Make sure no one is following you -Make sure no one is near your car when you go back to it -Carry a weapon (pepper spray and a knife is a good combo) -Learn martial arts [/ QUOTE ] Cash hidden w/a back-up wallet is a decent idea, unless you have been specifically targeted cashing out, which is likely. And those that are advocating carrying/using a weapon are doing it from the cozy confines of their homes. Unless you are a navy SEAL, this has got to be the worst advice ever. Lets see, your average Joe heads out to his car, is surrounded by 3 or 4 LA gang members, then calm, cool and collected whips out his 9 mil and starts blasting away (or better yet, maces all of them as they run in terror from our hero.) These people meeting you in the parking lot and requesting a loan aren't your local Mayberry kids out funnin' on a Saturday night. If you are unfortunate enough to be caught in this spot, give them the cash and walk away.
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