
"Edward"
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Sep 6, 2006, 6:27 PM
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Howard Beale wrote: > On Sep 6 2006 1:44 AM, arlo payne wrote: > > > The good news is some of us still pack a 38 in our boots and there is plenty > of > > open land in Arizona, > > > There are more and more occasions occuring when I wish I was a tough guy. > Just let me be a tough guy a few times. But I'm a creampuff, there's no > help for it. > > > HB Reminds me of an incident at the Desrt Inn in the early 90s. I had met some friends there for dinner and afterwards I was in the casino watching, from a distance, an orietal looking gentleman playing some very high stakes blackjack. A rather small individual with what seemed to be his wife sitting next to him watching. It looked rather obvious that the table was for him exclusively. After a little while some bleached blonde, California beach bum, body builder looking type guy in a muscle shirt sat down at his table. Nothing was said, but the oriental gentleman pulled his chips from the betting area and just sat quietly, allowing beach bum to play. After losing a hand or two, muscle head starting making remarks about the other gentleman not wanting to play with him. A few insults and accusations that the oriental fellow must think he was too good to play with Americans, that soon turned into threats by beach bum. He then threatened to drag the oriental gentleman outside and, well you can imagine. The entire episode progressed without the dealer or pit bosses saying anything. Actually, what seemed strange is that all of the casino employees had these wide grins on their faces. The oriental gentleman, who hasn't even acknowledged muscle head to this point, finally turns his head halfway towards his irate foe, and smiles himself. At this, beachbum jumps up, knocking over his chair and steps back, motioning the oriental fellow to come on and step outside, saying "lets go". What happened next was like something right out of the movies. The woman gets up and step about 5 feet to the other side. The oriental gentleman turns to his left towards muscle head and steps down from his chair. The moment that his second foot reaches the carpet, like out of nowhere, he is surrounded by two other gentleman in black suits. If these two guys were an inch tall, they were 6'9" and shoulders so wide that it looked like they would have a hard time fitting in the elevator. It became instantly obvious why the dealer and other floor persons were just smiling. not a word was spoken by the two bodyguards. The only words spoken at that point came from muscle head. He addressed the pit boss, asking if he would call security to escort him to his car.
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