Mohawk and head wounds

OK so when I got to work today I started on stick, I didn't really look around the table yet but i heard a greeting directed at me, I look over into the 3rd base corner and wham! I see John, the mohawked guy from yesterday. I said my hellos, then i heard "ohh she's Naughty!" This was funny enough coming from the same voice that greeted me, but to a fellow gambler. I hollered over "Hey, I hear you talkin' about me over there!" and he just laughed. He didn't stay around too long as the table was cooling harshly. He said he would be back, he was much later, and returned to his location from yesterday, which was next to stick.

In the mean time, the table had its ebb and flow. A nice man came up, bought in for 300, and played steadily for a good while. He was a very friendly 'George' and then a drunken ol Irishman came in next to him, sloppy and uneducated about the game. When the dice came to him, i was on break and much had begun to escalate to everyones favor who was betting anything! He was a very hot roller. At one point the George had fifty dollar hard eight setup and the dealers for maybe twenty dollars. I called it, I called the HARD EIGHT almost immediately.

The dice landing opposite of side of the table taking my vision off those two guys, But I heard it and soon saw it. I drew the dice back into the center and saw those two men fall on the floor. The George was so excited (mind you , Eight wasn't even the point) he grabbed the Irishman and head butted him, they both fell to the floor into the pit and suddenly there was blood everywhere. At 1st we thought it was from the Irishman, but as we soon discovered it was from a nice stitches-worthy gash in the George's forehead! Security brought clean up and bandages. The game pace was brought to a halt, and i had about eight hard-way eights to pay! As they are situating, sorting, cleaning, and getting a reality check of the year, one of my floor persons walks up and asks "what's the hold up?" and I'm thinking 'Oh Duh,' but say "He's bleeding and i owe him 450.00 for his hard eight. I'm waiting for security to get done bandaging him up." She says "well just pay it and lay it back and move on." That, i thought was ridiculous, especially since the shooter was now covered in the George's Blood! There was no immediate moving on! She walked away and we just waited for everything to settle down. Needless to say the next roll was a 7-Out.

Everyone now stacking up on the table to color up, Even the George. Everyone seemed to leave but him. He put 1 black back on the table at a time, he had 18 black at time of color, and left with only 6.He kept staying and playing and the table just went ice cold! He just kept saying "oh what a head ache, gimme 40 outside." I would have gone to the hospital for stitches a long time before that and kept my 1800.00! Oh well!

But everyone, including the dealers made some sweet bank off the Irishman's rolls!

The Irishman wandered back over blood smeared everywhere, and he was asked by my supervisor to go clean up the blood, he couldn't play again until he was cleaned up. and he kept getting closer and closer to me, and i called security who escorted him to the restroom i think. I hoped he would not return but he did, he was just too drunk. and we was getting too close to me still, with his drunken nasty breath in my face.

But I had a headache by 9:30am, I was ready to go to bed! I asked if there was any opening on the early-out and the floor said they were looking! So I signed up and asked J who was feeling about as beat up as me, who was dealing on 3rd base when it all went down, if he wanted me to sign him up too, and he jumped on that opportunity, so we both went home at 10am.

Whew, what a day! What a week! I have one more day this week before I get to re-coop on a 3 day weekend!

But I do have to go to the dentist this week, oh well, it could be a good thing in-spite of the cost!