Whats up with all the tar-inhaling nicotine-loving ashtray-breaths that infest most casinos like fruitflies infest a rotten apple?? I think half of casino plopsters go there with the sole purpose of lighting up in public without being told off for it.
I was playing yesterday and the count was hitting +3, when this old Mao-Tse-Tung lookalike parks down next to me, takes out this massive cigar joint and lights it up. I dont know what horsedung he stuffed in that thing, but it was sending out a thick cloud of foul-smelling black noxious smoke. When pulling it out, he'd start coffing, sending bits of spit all over the place. Completely broke my concentration. I felt like choking the bastard.
Sorry, just had to get this out.