- Joined
- Sep 12, 2004
- Location
- Up$hitCreek
I like to play VP at the bar sometimes -- if the paytables are decent, the machines aren't so far away and I can see the screen, and if the cocktail waitress out on the floor has gone MIA. Any of you other ladies run into this...?
Problem is... I DON'T want to chat, flirt, converse, or otherwise spend much time being 'overly' sociable, particular with fellows who (obviously) shouldn't have anymore to drink. Ask me about paytables or if the coffee is any good. We can talk about the casino's comps policy. But don't ask for my family history (you won't get it) or what's a nice gal like me doin' playing VP all alone... which is none of your business. As we are not joined at the hip, Hubby is off playing poker or Wheel of Fortune, and it doesn't take two people to play VP.
I don't dress like a floozy, hell, I don't even wear makeup half the time when gambling, so don't think I'm on the prowl just because I'm sitting at the damned bar playing VP and sipping coffee or a coke.
Problem is... I DON'T want to chat, flirt, converse, or otherwise spend much time being 'overly' sociable, particular with fellows who (obviously) shouldn't have anymore to drink. Ask me about paytables or if the coffee is any good. We can talk about the casino's comps policy. But don't ask for my family history (you won't get it) or what's a nice gal like me doin' playing VP all alone... which is none of your business. As we are not joined at the hip, Hubby is off playing poker or Wheel of Fortune, and it doesn't take two people to play VP.

I don't dress like a floozy, hell, I don't even wear makeup half the time when gambling, so don't think I'm on the prowl just because I'm sitting at the damned bar playing VP and sipping coffee or a coke.

Nothing worse than being distracted by a stranger who wants your life history and thinks they'll end up with a date.
Get me off track and.... Here's an example: Playing a quarter suited progressive at the bar at Sam's in Tunica. It was up to $2600+ for the Spades RF. I had 4 to the spade RF. Held the cards... Some wobbly fart sitting next to me, poked me on the arm, asked me LOUDly How the hell do you get a drink around here. And I hear screams and squeals and the lady the next seat down had hit the spade prgressive.
I thought about killing the guy, but didn't think I could get his body down to the river without someone noticing. (I'm kidding... I think.


