You know how I am a pretty non-controversial person and pretty much keep to myself and stuff – I mean, unless I am at work kicking ass and taking names, that is?
I was at the casino yesterday (Monday) with Josh and Roger and they were somewhere, and I was wandering around, yeah? I wandered down a row of machines and there were four on each side. It was a walking area, there is no doubt about that. I was looking at my phone (Pokemon) (shut up), and I heard…and I am going to quote exactly what this dude said, so please let us all acknowledge that I do not say these words and I am actually having a hard time even typing them. So the guys says…
Him: Da fuck are you doing?
Me: Huh? Me?
Him: You KNOW better than to do that, fuck, you’ve been in casinos.
Him: You KNOW what the fuck I’m talking about, get the hell out of here.
Me: (flapping) What?? I…I…I…walking…I was…
Him: Are you fucking retarded? You know how this works, you’ve been in casinos before, you have a voucher.
(he is referring to the voucher that prints out when you cash out of a slot machine)
Me: (still flapping and kind of bouncing) It’s for fifty one cents.
Him: Fifty one cents, I don’t give a fuck.
Me: I don’t know what I did!
Him: Fuck you.
At this point I kind of hopped away. I know for a fact I did not bump into him, because that would have sent ME spazzing out before he had the chance to react. I know I did not step on anything, because again, I would have spazzed out first.
I went to a machine that had penguins and put in $20 and laughed stupidly at the penguin animations and then I thought “Da fuck? That guy has no business!” and so I decided to retaliate.
I went back over to where this guy (and his three old lady friends) were, and I…stood there. Like this.
You can see Old Lady #1 and Old Lady #2, but you cannot see #3 or The F-Bomb Man. The main point of this picture is my proximity to the people, and well, if you recognize either old lady please send them hate mail on my behalf.
I hexed the man and his family. I wished for him to have to pee often throughout the night; for him to see my face every time he tried to get naked with someone; for him to spill his beverage every time he had one; for his family to never win any money (they weren’t winning, so I think I was succeeding); and I tried to set him on fire with my brain.
The F-Bomb Man was sitting directly in front of me. When I stood there, he looked over his shoulder, and I smiled. He looked back at his machine, then at me. I smiled again. Back at the machine, back at me. More smiling. He decided to exert his authority to show that I am not allowed to have that machine (I didn’t want it in the first place, I do not just sit in between people, I only take machines on the ends!) by leaving $1 in the machine and getting up and sitting in a chair for a different machine that he was not using. You see, if someone has their card or money in a machine you cannot just sit and take it. Someone else walked by and started to try to sit there, not realizing his card and $1 was in there, and he yelled at her. She gave him a look and walked away. He looked at me and I looked at him and he glared and I smiled and STARED STRAIGHT INTO HIS EYEBALLS. Those of you who know me know this is no easy feat. I held it for a good 30 seconds, and he looked away first.
He played his $1 and then escorted Old Lady #4 (who I don’t think was even with this group, I honestly think he grabbed a random old lady) to the machine and had her play there – presumably, again, so that I could not. She ran out of money and left.
We’re at 15 minutes at this point, of me just standing there hexing him and smiling every time he looked at me.
You see that lady in green? When F-Bomb Man and Random Old Lady ran out of money, she put her feet up on the chair in front of that machine and then turned around and looked at me. I smiled. After awhile, she started playing two machines – the machine her bottom half was playing, and the machine her top half was playing.
Another lady walks by – and this is where I realized these people are just jerks and it wasn’t a race issue – I am white and the previous lady who tried to play the machine was white. But this second lady was black, and she asked Old Lady #2 (Green Lady) if she could use one of the machines. Green Lady said no. Second Lady said “I don’t think you’re allowed to play two machines at once”. F-Bomb Man got up and walked towards Second Lady. Second Lady turned to me and I said “Yeah, they’ve been doing this for 20 minutes now” and we openly and loudly talked about how rude they are. Then Second Lady said “I really don’t think a person is allowed to use two machines at once” and I said “I’ll go tell on them!” and I turned and went to find someone to tattle to.
I found a group of employees and told them what was happening, and they were VERY nice and sympathetic, but said “What card level are you?” and I said that I do not have a card, but the Bad People had cards (you can stick a card in the machine for like, points). The employees looked at each other and said they would be happy to get a supervisor, but if I do not have a card, they will do what the people with the cards want regardless of how mean it is.
Then my back hurt really bad and Josh and Roger were leaving, so I left, too, but I regret not staying longer.
I plan on going back and looking for them as often as possible and just haunting the ever loving shit out of them.