Most embarrasing or retarded thing you ever did at a casino

[n.s.]

Nothing compared to the stories here, but it still embarasses me thinking about it...

The first time I ever played in a casino. I walk up to the board and kind of awkwardly stand around until I eventually talk to the floor and put my name on the list. There were like 8 people ahead of me, so it was going to be a bit of a wait. I figure I better get chips so they I'm ready when they call me, so I go over to the cage and buy exactly $240 in dollar chips, since the book said to buy in for 30 BB - the woman sort of chuckled at me as I was very specific about it.

I then proceed to take my 2 1/2 racks and sit them on the chair next while I read cardplayer and wait for an hour for my name to be called. Good thing I had a friend with me (who was just as clueless as I was and did the same thing) to watch my chips, or else I would have had to bring the chips with me into the bathroom when I needed to take a leak...

[ROADHEAD]

My turn, about three weeks ago I was sitting around pregaming with a few friends while waiting for a ride to the bar, we got a little too drunk and said f*ck the bar lets go to AC. So after drinking about 6 more beers on the ride to AC mind you I've already had about 8, we get to AC all sloppy and stumbling. I decide to play 1/2nl at the Trop. and also think its a great idea to order a shot of tequila every time the waitress comes around. So after a few hours of gambling I stand up to go cash out and rip my pants from my balls to below my knee. So now all the people are pointing at me because I was that drunken beligerent dude with his pretty red and black boxers showing, it was a great night ended up with about two racks and had no idea how.
Here's a pic of my pants sorry sh*tty quility it's my camera phone...

[jtr]

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A close 2nd was when I was drunk and spilled beer all over the cards at a BJ table in Australia. They asked me to leave.

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When Australians throw you out for beer-related tomfoolery then you know you have a problem.

[rograndom]

My first visit to AC and I'm playing 2/4 at the Trop, not really knowing the mechanics of casino play and what not. I have this nitty old lady to my left who is not endearing herself to me. She is also getting very pissed when I keep showing down rivered TP or flush draws I semi-bluffed into her on the turn and making her lay down her third pair and what not. Finally she goes broke and leaves in a huff. The next hand I end up flopping some monster, full house, flush comes on turn, someone else makes smaller full on river. Anyways, tons of action and I drag a huge pot. After the dealer pushes the pot another player goes "What are those cards?" I apparently have two cards tucked under a row of chips to my left.

The player continues "I think those are from the last hand, you didn't give them back."

I thought I gave them back. I did win the last hand though after I showed down my hand with the old lady.

The dealer pulls the pot back, yells for the floor and starts counting down the deck, which is, of course two cards short.

The floor comes over and now the whole table is accusing me of keeping the cards. I feel myself turning red. Could I have been that dumb as to not give the dealer back my cards?

I plead innocence. "That guy has a Jd, I had that last hand! I know I did!" The floor racks up the pot and says that they have to review the footage, but the game can continue after a deck change.

What follows are the longest five minutes or so of my life. I'm shaking, sweating, I feel sick to my stomach. If I did forget to give the cards back are they going to think I'm a cheater? Are they going to arrest me? I'm up like $300 plus whatever that pot was, are they going to take that too?

Finally the floor comes back and asks me if I knew the cards where there.

"No sir! I had no idea, really!"

"Ok" he says and gives me the pot. I stutter out "How did the cards get there?"

Answer: The old lady stuffed them there when she left.

Not really embarrassing now, but sheer torture during the event.

[zenfurni]

When I was sixteen, I was visiting a friend in Seattle, with my mom. At night, I snuck out of my hotel room to go play poker at the Hideaway, where mercifully no-one asked for my ID (I had gotten asked for ID at Diamond Lil's the night before, in midstream, and somehow made it out of there with my money and not being a juvenile offender).
So I show up at the Hideaway and decide that I'm a total badass... I had never played limit before, only NL in home games (this was before the internet), so I was playing 4/8 all aggro, either raising or folding and never calling.
But here's the embarrassing thing: before I sat down to play I ordered a Coke from the mildly mentally challenged waitress and I didn't know tipping was customary. It was $.75, and all I had was twenties and loose change in my pockets... so I carefully counted out the nickels, dimes, and quarters to .75. She took the pile of change and said, "oh thank you, I can add these to my collection."

Since then, I've started drinking and I'm sure I've done more embarrassing things that I can't remember. Mostly at clubs, not in the actual casino though.

[JJNJustin]

Not something I did, but my friend's wife was playing at table, and I had noticed a very short skirt on her. I had a feeling she didnt have any underwear on, but wasnt sure. While we were playing an old lady directly behind her tipped over backwards in her chair onto the floor. Instinctively my friend's wife stood up, turned around, and started to bend over to help the lady up. As she bent over, her skirt began to hike up. I said to myself, "I think I'm going to get to see for myself whether or not she has any panties on." While some of the table was caught up watching the fallen woman, my eyes were glued to my friend's wives behind. Slowly, her skirt rose to reveal in fact, she wasnt wearing any panties at all. Some of us got to see the whole nine yards, however briefly. My friend's wife sat back down and the incident was over. None of us said a word about it, partly out of respect for showing us her goodies, and I noticed some of the old timers faces were really red for a few minutes. It was both embarassing and hilarious.

-J

[beavens]

i sure hope your buddys wife was attractive..

[ZPinhead]

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i sure hope your buddys wife's "Whole Nine Yards" was attractive..

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FYP

[MrBrightside]

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"Ok" he says and gives me the pot. I stutter out "How did the cards get there?"

Answer: The old lady stuffed them there when she left.

Not really embarrassing now, but sheer torture during the event.

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She wins the nit of the year! Jesus, that's just brutal. Sometimes I think I'm a selfish jerk, and then I read about someone doing something like this... No matter how pissed I was at someone at a poker table, it would never even cross my mind to do something so mean and petty.

Glad it worked out ok for you.

[govman6767]

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My first visit to AC and I'm playing 2/4 at the Trop, not really knowing the mechanics of casino play and what not. I have this nitty old lady to my left who is not endearing herself to me. She is also getting very pissed when I keep showing down rivered TP or flush draws I semi-bluffed into her on the turn and making her lay down her third pair and what not. Finally she goes broke and leaves in a huff. The next hand I end up flopping some monster, full house, flush comes on turn, someone else makes smaller full on river. Anyways, tons of action and I drag a huge pot. After the dealer pushes the pot another player goes "What are those cards?" I apparently have two cards tucked under a row of chips to my left.

The player continues "I think those are from the last hand, you didn't give them back."

I thought I gave them back. I did win the last hand though after I showed down my hand with the old lady.

The dealer pulls the pot back, yells for the floor and starts counting down the deck, which is, of course two cards short.

The floor comes over and now the whole table is accusing me of keeping the cards. I feel myself turning red. Could I have been that dumb as to not give the dealer back my cards?

I plead innocence. "That guy has a Jd, I had that last hand! I know I did!" The floor racks up the pot and says that they have to review the footage, but the game can continue after a deck change.

What follows are the longest five minutes or so of my life. I'm shaking, sweating, I feel sick to my stomach. If I did forget to give the cards back are they going to think I'm a cheater? Are they going to arrest me? I'm up like $300 plus whatever that pot was, are they going to take that too?

Finally the floor comes back and asks me if I knew the cards where there.

"No sir! I had no idea, really!"

"Ok" he says and gives me the pot. I stutter out "How did the cards get there?"

Answer: The old lady stuffed them there when she left.

Not really embarrassing now, but sheer torture during the event.

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The sheer and utter torture of the guy who accused you of cheating would have been my only priority for the rest of the night.