About Casino Australia Chips

On the Road

The pit boss rushed frantically to the phone at the podium to call the cage for a black and purple chip refill. Meanwhile, the dealer paid me another $3,500-again in green chips, seven more stacks. I had now completely wiped out the table's green chips. I stuffed the chips every- where. Fortunately, the jacket pockets were very deep, and I wasn't wearing tight jeans. I managed to get three or four stacks of chips in the pockets of my trousers. I was completely overflowing with chips. Because of that, I decided on my own to go directly to the cashier and cash out. I was sure Joe would understand that deviation from procedure that I didn't want to lug all those chips over to the meeting place. As I left the table, the pit boss called out, offering metal racks to carry the chips, but I didn't turn around. I just wanted to get the chips cashed out and me out of the casino.
At the cage I began stacking the chips on the counter in front of the teller. As she began counting and restacking them, I turned around for no apparent reason to face the casino. What I saw sent shivers up my spine.

On the Roulette Table

The same pit boss with the mustache who'd escorted me back to the roulette table was now heading toward me at a very brisk pace, huffing and puffing. On either side of him was a uniformed security guard. They were coming to get me! There I was, standing at the Australia casino cashier with all these twenty-chip stacks of greens sitting on the counter between me and the teller, and they were coming to get me. I didn't have much time to think. Instinctively, I started grabbing back the stacks of chips like a madman, stuffing my pockets, but having the warped presence of mind not to let any of them go rolling on the floor. The startled teller gasped, "Sid" and then shrieked as I peeled away. Instead of finding an exit that led to safety, I ended up in front of a bank of elevators. I pressed the call button; desperately hoping one of the elevators was on the ground floor and would open immediately. I didn't know which button I would press once I was inside, but didn't really contemplate what difference it made.

Cheating in the Game

Unfortunately, none of the four elevators opened quick enough for me to make a clean getaway of promotion. I stepped into the one that finally did open and hurriedly pressed the button for the fifth floor and then the close button. The doors began an agonizingly slow movement join together. I watched helplessly, willing them to shut faster. They were a split second away from being completely closed when a large, beefy hand cut into the shrinking space between them, knocking (hem open. I knew at that moment I was about to face my first real (est. How it turned out would determine whether my cheating experiences in the casinos were to be cut short or would sustain my entire life.