I was working at the bar that night. It was late and I was worried. Not because I was still at the bar, but because I didn’t have a place to go. I was so flat broke that my landlord threw me out onto the streets. I was sick worrying about myself. I was sweeping around the beer pong tables when the voice called out to me.
‘You there!’
I looked up to see a fairly middle aged man standing at the beer pong tables.
‘Yes sir’ I said.
‘Do you know how to deal a good game of cards?’
‘Am afraid not sir’ I was thinking to myself, Drunks Drunks!
‘Come here then,’ he said, ‘let me teach you.’
Now we have a rule for guys like these, hand them over to the bouncer. But this guy really hadn’t been a nuisance yet. He was just standing there, pushing the beer pong tables, which was beginning to groan under his weight.
So I walked over, but kept my distance. I glanced at the bar, where I served as a bartender. The others didn’t seem to notice.The beer pong tables are at the far corner of the floor, a bit away from the public eye. This was mostly because the games got really raucous and other clients complained. It was almost closing time and everyone was sort of packing up for the night.
I propped the broom against one of the beer pong tables and waited politely for the man to begin. He introduced himself as ‘Tom.’ He started to talk about his love for all games that involved cards. he explained the rules of games Solitaire, Hearts, Euchre, Spades, and Blackjack to me.
‘You name it boy,’ he said in his loud booming voice. ‘And I have mastered it.’
He laid out his pack of cards on one of the beer pong tables, and showed me different fancy ways to shuffle the deck. Finally, one of my fellow bartenders walked over and asked about me.
‘The boy will be fine!’ growled Tom. ‘I’m giving him an education here.’
My friend backed off and told me to be careful.
Tom went on for a while like this. I had to admit, there was much I hadn’t known. After a while, it became fascinating. Tom seemed to sober a bit. He no longer lurched at the beer pong tables. Near midnight, he left the bar. But not before he slapped his pack of cards into my hand.
‘Call me’ he grunted before he left.
What a lech! I looked around and everyone had left. I hoisted myself on one of the beer pong tables and curled to sleep. It was dark, maybe no one would see me.
I called Tom in the morning, against my better instincts. He simply said,
‘Now that you know how to deal a good game of cards, come and see me. I’ve got a job for you at my casino.’
After I got that job, I never had to sleep in a bar ever.
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