Then, after about 45 minutes or so, he just totally shut up, and didn’t say a word for a couple of hours.
At one point, a female dealer came to the table that I didn’t recognize. This frankly shocked me because I thought I knew all the dealers at BSC who work swing shift, even the extra-board dealers who rarely get called in. I saw her name and once I matched it to her face, I slowly recognized her.
But not from BSC. I recognized her from another room that I used to play in quite a bit, but hadn’t been in a while, and further, I had stopped seeing her there when I was still playing that room. So I asked her if I was right about the room I knew her from, and she said yes. Then she told me she still worked there full time, but she had changed her shift, that’s why I no longer saw her. I even remembered that she had a couple of kids.
I was surprised that she’d been on the call-list for BSC for over a year and had never seen her there before, but I guess it was just one of those timing things. Anyway, we caught up on old times, she gave me some updates on what was going on in that room, and stuff like that.
During this, I guess there was some poker going on too. Suddenly, Eastern European guy (EEG, for short), was talking again. It was as if he had awakened from a coma. And his talking was starting to interfere with my catching up on old times with this nice lady dealer. The nerve.
But things weren’t too out of hand until a hand right after he’d won a nice size pot. Included in that pot were a couple of green ($25) chips. He was still pulling back the pot as the next hand was dealt, and thus put out two chips under the gun. The dealer announced “raise” because one of the two chips was a green one, so the bet was now $26 (quite a big preflop raise for this table). The guy to his right folded and the next guy was in the process of calling when EEG said, no, he didn’t mean to raise, he thought he was putting out two $1 chips to just limp, but had grabbed a green one instead.
The dealer said it was a raise, there had been action behind him, that was it. He bitched and moaned so they called the floor over. The floor ruled that the $26 bet stood. After all, who’s to say the guy next to him might have limped in (or made a smaller raise), if he didn’t see the $26 bet before he acted?
So, we played the hand for $26. That pissed me off, I had pocket deuces and hoped to limp in, or at least come in for a reasonable raise. I wasn’t about to call $26 with my lousy ducks. One other guy called, the guy next to me, and three of them saw the flop.
I don’t really recall the hand. There was some betting and both EEG and the guy next to me went to the river. On the river, EEG announced “all in” and put some of his still unstacked chips over the betting line. There was a couple of seconds gone by and suddenly, long before the other guy had a chance to act, EEG just threw his cards face down, towards to the dealer.
They didn’t hit the muck and I believe the dealer made sure they didn’t. The guy finally says, “oops, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” and grabbed his cards back. The dealer was fine with that, but the other player wasn’t.
“What was that?”
EEG says, “It was a mistake, I made a mistake, sorry.”
The guy repeated, “What was that?”
EEG repeated that he made a mistake, he couldn’t really explain what he did or why he did it, or what he was thinking, but of course he wouldn’t move all-in and then fold his cards before the other person had a chance to act.
The other guy said “I think that’s a fold.” The dealer said no, they didn’t hit the muck, it wasn’t a fold.
The guy complained again, saying it was a fold, and so, for the second time this hand, the floor had to be called over, and no, it wasn’t a fold. EEG’s hand was still live.
Other guy accepted this, albeit quite reluctantly. And then he just stared at the guy for what seemed like 10 minutes. I think he may have said, “What was that”? a couple of more times even after the floor ruled. There was no doubt out in my mind he was purposely drawing out his decision because he was pissed, both at the guy who shoved and at the ruling.
He finally mucked.
EEG took in another nice pot, but he just left his chips in a big messy pile in front of him. The dealer told him he had to stack his chips so the other players would know how much he was playing with. He made a half hearted effort, then stopped, saying he liked his chips that way. The dealer insisted, and every time she did, he’d stack a few chips and then stop. Her down was almost over, so she never got him to cooperate. But he did manage to piss everyone off by now, not just the guy who thought he folded (“Taiwan” and “Jakarta” were long gone).
And then, instead of stacking his chips, he racked them up and took off.
Later, when I was cashing out, I ran into the dealer again. I told her it was good seeing her again, and then I apologized to her, not for me, but on behalf of the jerk. And I told her he had been mostly silent until she showed up at the table. Bad luck for her. Oh well, I’m sure he wasn’t the biggest jerk she’s encountered at her job.
As for me, it was fun running into her again. But she’s gonna remember that down more for EEG than she ever will for me.