Anyways, I won't bore you with hand by hand details of my huge +$10 blackjack session (other than to say I was horrified to be -$70 after 5 hands... Huan hadn't even sat down yet and I was scanning for the ATM). I will make the following snobbish comments re: crackjack playing skills of my fellow patrons:
- There was a big trend to stay on 15, even if the dealer had 8 or 9 or 10. That infuriates me. I won't get into the math, but if you stay on 15 against a winner, you're dumb.
- However, you wouldn't be as dumb as these two guys who drove me away from two different tables. The first time they would just play really slowly, and after thinking for a long time do something like hit a 16 against a 5. But the 2nd time the following exchange took place after one of them made 21 on three cards:
- Idiot: Why don't I get 3 chips?
- Dealer: What?
- Idiot: I got 21. I should get 3 chips.
- Dealer: [ignores him]
- [Time passes, and a cute blonde on the table gets a blackjack]
- Idiot: Why did you give her 3 chips?
- Dealer: She got blackjack
- Idiot: Well I got 21 and you only gave me two.
- Me: [collecting my chips, ready to leave the table] You didn't have blackjack, you had 21. You only get 3:2 if you get blackjack.
- Idiot: Oh, right on eh!
- This is the first and only casino I've been where you have to pay for booze. Which seems antithetical to why casinos, you know, exist. They take my money, but soften the blow with bourbon.
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