"Why do you want it?" he asked.

"I'm a stockholder in the corporation that owns this casino, and your kind of rudeness must be driving away customers. For one thing, I' Il never play here again if you're around. So let me have your full name."

"What's yours?"

I told him my name, but he still wouldn't answer my question.

"Well, if you don't want to give me your name, at least ' tell me where the casino manager's office is."

"He's not in."

"Okay, I'll find the president's or general manager's office and tell him the situation. This is table 14, right?" Then I asked the dealer for his name.

He refused to answer.

"Okay, I'll find it out, don't worry." Meanwhile I laid down my hand, which was a blackjack, got paid off, and walked away from the table.

I didn't go to the general manager's office. I knew I'd never play in that casino again, but I wanted to make my point and ;r let them worry a little. My hand still hurt, and I was very angry. Later, when I cooled down, I thought I shouldn't have even bothered with the questions; I should just have left those bastards alone.

character takes a deck

the dealer and floorman

the general manager's office