Played at Harrah's in Chester, PA( south side of Philly) last night. Game was going fine, had been there about 20 minutes with about 4 players on each end of a long table. Dude shows up out of nowhere to the position to my left as I am in the hook and to the right of the stick. Dude starts berating the dealer for cheating him, after making a couple of comments that we thought were terrible attempts at a joke. The dealers were veteran guys with what appeared to be a solid group of local players. It's about 6PM, so we definitely were not expecting the '3AM, I'm hammered out of my gourd' show. Then he starts in about the dealer's ponytail( hair just neatly pulled back in a rubber band) and the box stands up, but then the pit boss walks up. None of us realized how fucking big this guy was but he's like 6'7, 350# and he just quietly asks the guy, "Is there a problem with my crew?"
None of us really saw what happened next because the dice were shot and we were making our bets. We look up and dude is not walking away. Dude is not arguing with security. He was just fucking gone. It was amazing. It was if 3-4 angels dropped out of the sky and took this guy to a back room to throw him in an alley. Never have seen anything like that. Stealthy as shit. Just gone.
I have a new appreciation for asshole removal service.