All, I knew I would get some heat for posting the story. However, I am not a hypocrite...I am honest about my dishonesty.
If it means anything to anyone, my moral compass differs depending on whether I am inside or outside the confines of the casino. I once spent over an hour in a coffee shop investigating the contents of a lost purse and making phone calls to return it (with $800, plus credit cards) to the rightful owner. But, I am also the same guy who once convinced a blackjack dealer that my eighteen pushed his nineteen on a $100 bet. And, on a different occasion, I yelled "twenty-one" when I had a six-card twenty-two...the dealer paid me without hesitation.
What some call "dishonesty," I call strategy. Put me in a building that has fair rules, and I will play the game fairly.
If it means anything to anyone, my moral compass differs depending on whether I am inside or outside the confines of the casino. I once spent over an hour in a coffee shop investigating the contents of a lost purse and making phone calls to return it (with $800, plus credit cards) to the rightful owner. But, I am also the same guy who once convinced a blackjack dealer that my eighteen pushed his nineteen on a $100 bet. And, on a different occasion, I yelled "twenty-one" when I had a six-card twenty-two...the dealer paid me without hesitation.
What some call "dishonesty," I call strategy. Put me in a building that has fair rules, and I will play the game fairly.