After dealing a few rounds, I got comfortable and so did the bettors at my table. This is a good thing when you are trying to rake in as much money as possible for charity. The faster you go, the more money you make. So I was flying! The guys loved it. They were a bunch of clowns and I'm not sure, but I think they may have thought I was as fast as my dealing skills. I mean, I definitely look the part, even more so in my charity poker bright green t-shirt!
How do I know this? The friendly dude sitting next to me pulled this out of his sleeve:
"Alicia (I had a name tag on), you look just like my second wife."
"How many wives have you had?"
"Just one."
I found it humorous. Very humorous in fact, that I think that was my fault. I shouldn't have laughed at his jokes, because after he continued with his corniness.
"Alicia, you are the prettiest dealer here! Are you married."
"Yes."
"Well, your not that pretty."
I found it harmless joking. I only began to get a little nervous when I was relieved by another dealer to take a break. The man immediately arose from the table to chase me down. He needed me to promise him I'd be back. He wasn't going to play until I got back. I suddenly realized he was a weird-o!
After peeing, I did go back and continue dealing to the table, being a little less liberal with my laughs. When it was time to leave for good, again, the man hunted me down. He tried to convince me to stay longer, but I was not having it. He will undoubtedly be back tomorrow night. I am really hoping Jeff will come play for a bit tomorrow!
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