Nothing but low-limit silliness this post.
So me and a buddy decide to do some more low-limit donking, and decide the 2/4 at the Imperial Palace is the place to do it. $3/hour in comps is enough to convince me.
Once again I start out trying to be good, but end up straddling every time I'm UTG and raising with the hammer. I don't think I three-bet with much worse than 65o, though, so I wasn't being that bad.
I created a good image for myself, so that people kept trying to pay off my legitimate hands. But the darndest thing is they kept hitting! KK went down in flames at least five times. Top-two lost to runner-runner more times than I can count.
All told, I played 6 hours and lost--brace yourself--$400. At two freakin' four! That's 100BBs in 6 hours, for a lovely winrate of -16.67BB/hr. That's gotta be some kind of record.
I also somehow managed to get into another grudge match with a dealer. Now, I have to say that I always treat dealers wonderfully. I tip on every pot, I never berate them or get mad at them or anything. Hell, they screw up tremendously at times and I'm the most understanding guy at the table. Yet, here I am with yet another grudge match.
Okay, that all said, this one I kind of understand. So it's 2/4 and so they change out a dollar to quarters since they take rake in .50 increments. Well, when I was winning big pots, I'd grab a dollar chip and tip that. But when I won a small pot, say $10-12 and so there were still quarters in there from the partial rake taken, I would tip $0.50. Okay, okay, call me a cheapskate, but c'mon it's two freakin' four, it was a twenty second hand, a tiny pot, I'm getting brutalized enough by the rake, I'm not going to be tipping another 10% of my pot.
But the point is I was still tipping. And I repeat, I was tipping $1 on the decently large pots.
Anyways, this one dealer seemed to take offense to my fifty cent tips. David his name was. He dealt to us probably about four downs. He'd deal the cards, but only throw them halfway to me. And if anyone has been to the Imperial Palace, you know the tables are huuuge. So finally I tip him $0.50 on this tiny pot and he doesn't even take it. He leaves it in the middle of the table, for all to see, and goes on and deals the next hand, leaving the two quarters in the center of the table. People play their hands, and David just scoops the bets right into the center, with the fifty cents now part of that next pot.
So fine, if he doesn't want my tips, he won't get any. I won a good-sized pot and didn't tip him at all. So the next hand, he deals around and literally drops my cards right in front of him. Everyone else gets them flung perfectly to their waiting hands, and mine are like three feet away, practically on top of his chip rack.
"Uh, David, you gotta throw 'em a little farther."
He just smiles.
He normally pushed the pots completely over to the winner, but when I won another pot he just grabbed the portion of it on the far side of the table and pushed it over and just dropped it unceremoniously still like three feet away from me, still in a random spread out mess.
I would have complained, but fine I was tipping fifty cents, and he was finally done dealing, and he's like seventy fucking years old and dealing 2/4 poker, so I imagine his life isn't all that great to begin with.
But still, wow.
That does answer why I think that one dealer at the Wynn acted strangely towards me--I probably forgot to tip him on a hand.
I imagine being a dealer is stressful and annoying, and that's why I try to treat them all nicely, and always tip (my recent decision to do 0.50 on small pots at 2/4 notwithstanding). But still, if a dealer decides to be overtly rude to someone for not tipping, that just seems to exacerbate the problem. I mean, if someone simply forgot to tip on a pot, and then you treat him like dogshit, well do you think he's going to start tipping? Not at all--I sure wouldn't. And, in fact, others might see the treatment think the dealer is a prick and stop tipping themselves.
But fine, if that's how they get their jollies, so be it.
Oh well, no more soapboxing. Time for bed.