"I think I'm done," I said to the dealer, "Can I get my chips credited please?" I drummed my fingers lightly on the green felt of the table, tapping out a little rhythm.
"Sure thing," she said, smiling at my mound of chips and she counted them, quickly and accurately. "You are one hell of a blackjack player. I've been dealing tables for three years now, oftentimes at these high school dives, and you're the most successful blackjack gambler I've seen yet."
I grinned and thanked her.
"Can I get mine written up also, please?" the guy next to me said. "I'm done too." He put up a show of shaking his head dejectedly, but gave me a subtle wink.
Smiling slightly, I said, "Better luck next time."
"To be quite honest, I wasn't much of a gambler in the first place," he said, as we stood up at th
