I won’t name names. Let’s just call him Beasley!
“What is this asshole doing?”
I looked up from chipping. My Chipper Champ was down. A man was at the end of my roulette table, carefully trying to feed a twenty dollar bill into the drop box slot. We used to pull the paddle, so we could sweep the chips in smoothly. (Totally lost on you non casino people!)
“Sir…” I began.
“Shut up.” Beasley told me. “I wanna watch this!”
We stood, arms folded, while this guy painstakingly fed the bill into the slot. Then watched as he took a few steps back from the table, and looked underneath it. He had a puzzled look on his face.
“Can I help you?” I asked smiling.
“Where do the chips come out?” he asked.