TC, its hard to concentrate when you go live because of the moochers, program thieves, confused souls in the betting line and the guys at the machines handicapping the TVs. The OTB's aren't much better.
I have a classic story for you. This past summer, I was betting on Hawthorne on a Friday night card at Balmoral. They had only one window open (the end IRS window on the second floor of the clubhouse), even though the place had a good crowd. I said screw it, I'll get a voucher, buy a booth, and do it that way as opposed to putting up with the Johnston's bullshit and standing in line all night. Everything was going just fine until the end of the tenth race. I hit the pick 4 for $1 and it paid $1300, so that meant I had to go to that window to be paid. When the race was official, I immediately went to stand in line, behind about six people. I absolutely loved the last two races and wanted to make some nice size bets on the gimmicks since I was ahead, but could not because I only had about $20 left on my voucher and only 3-$100 bills, which the voucher machines will not accept. I was forced to stand in the line and wait.
Therefore, I am standing in line and it is moving along nicely until the person directly in front of me has the pick 4 as well. Now the teller, who is about 90 years old and wearing an oxygen mask, starts *** and moaning that it will take a few minutes. I figure okay, I'll stand here and not lose my position in line. After about 5 to 7 minutes, he finishes with the person in front of me and now its 1-minute to post and there are about 10 people standing behind me. So I get to the window, the teller throws a fit because he has to fill out more IRS paperwork. He tells me to step aside because he wants to allow the other people to bet and do my IRS signer later on. Through all the exchange of words, the race goes off and the horse I love ends up winning paying $24.60, with the exacta coming back $163.00. I wanted to kill that mother fuc##er and when I think about it, he rather reminded me of Langley or John Johnston with his demeanor and unprofessionalism. I was so fuc#in hot that I waited until he counted out the money to me and gave me 13-$100 bills and something like $6.00 more. I said to him, could I get change for a $100 bill; I would like to tip you since you seem like such a nice person. He says sure, thinking he is getting a tip, so he counts me down 5-$20 bills. I take the money and tell him, "you know what, normally I give a guy $20 to $40 but you are such a rotten, no good mother fuc##r, I won't give you a quarter and I hope your fuc#in oxygen blows up and you die."
The woman supervisor came out of the back room and I left. That fuc#in Balmoral has cost me more money because of their incompetence, from the administration office, to Langley, Johnny Johnston, and Doc stealing on a nightly basis, I can't stand it. The place is a real shithole in my opinion. Great experience, huh. They probably let Langley hire all of their staff and a requirement of being employed there is your ability to be an ***hole and arrogant cocksu##er, like this teller was.
Joseph M. Dakuras
(A UNLV Runnin Rebel For Life)