Trickett and the Dealer
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Sam Trickett is still having a bit of trouble with the short-armed dealer up on Table 42. In the last hand, Trickett folded to a flop bet, and he didn't get his cards adequately angled toward the muck.
"Just a little further next time if you can," the dealer instructed. Trickett was finding the humor (ahem, humour) by now, and he just shook his head and smiled as he grabbed his cards and dropped them a couple inches farther forward.
"How long you here for?" he asked, still in the midst of a rough massage.
"All day," the dealer answered back.
"No, I mean at this table," Trickett corrected.
"Just a couple more minutes. Is it that much of a problem?"
Tricket was still chuckling, half upset and half entertained from the looks of it. "No, it's just that I haven't won a hand since you got here. Bad vibes."
A new dealer was pushing in just as we stepped away from the table.