So I'm standing on a table, minding my own business, when this guy starts kicking off next to me. I won't mention his nationality because I don't want to be accused of racism - suffice to say, his English was essentially non existent and we had to get one of our dealers who was from the same country as him to translate.
He was drunk. Security told him he had to leave, and he'd pulled the "I don't speak English" card, so they got the translator. She translated. He pulled the "willful ignorance" bit. So she says, he understands me, but he's not listening to me.
At that point Security had had enough of him. So one grabs one shoulder, one grabs the other, and they start frog marching this guy out of the casino. Only, he is NOT going without a fight. First he lets his lets go limp, like a two year old. They just haul him up and start carrying him, still by the shoulders. Then he starts grabbing at the EGM chairs as he's carried past them, screaming "Why?! Why?!" Oh, gee, guess you do know some English after all.
Finally he grabs a chair so tightly that the guards are carrying him AND the chair, still making for the door. A third security guard takes pity on them, comes up behind the guy, grabs his legs out from under him, and the three of them continue on down the front stairs and out the front entrance, carrying this guy like a human battering ram, face down, legs in the arms of a security.
Where he CONTINUES to fight them.
For TWENTY MINUTES.
Later, I heard that the translator had been told to offer him our standard "two options". Either you get up and walk away gracefully now, of your own accord with your dignity intact, or we carry you out and call the police. According to the translator, when he heard this, he started screaming "Call the police! Call the police!" in their native language.
It was the single most entertaining thing I've ever seen at this job - minus the trou-dropping "Old Gray Mare" dancing inebriate. But that's a tale for another day.
He was drunk. Security told him he had to leave, and he'd pulled the "I don't speak English" card, so they got the translator. She translated. He pulled the "willful ignorance" bit. So she says, he understands me, but he's not listening to me.
At that point Security had had enough of him. So one grabs one shoulder, one grabs the other, and they start frog marching this guy out of the casino. Only, he is NOT going without a fight. First he lets his lets go limp, like a two year old. They just haul him up and start carrying him, still by the shoulders. Then he starts grabbing at the EGM chairs as he's carried past them, screaming "Why?! Why?!" Oh, gee, guess you do know some English after all.
Finally he grabs a chair so tightly that the guards are carrying him AND the chair, still making for the door. A third security guard takes pity on them, comes up behind the guy, grabs his legs out from under him, and the three of them continue on down the front stairs and out the front entrance, carrying this guy like a human battering ram, face down, legs in the arms of a security.
Where he CONTINUES to fight them.
For TWENTY MINUTES.
Later, I heard that the translator had been told to offer him our standard "two options". Either you get up and walk away gracefully now, of your own accord with your dignity intact, or we carry you out and call the police. According to the translator, when he heard this, he started screaming "Call the police! Call the police!" in their native language.
It was the single most entertaining thing I've ever seen at this job - minus the trou-dropping "Old Gray Mare" dancing inebriate. But that's a tale for another day.
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