Thursday, February 20, 2014

Solution Nassau part 3

"One hundred what what?" asked Mark.
"One hundred sixty seven thousand nine hundred eighty eight. Minus the 75 you have in the bucket," said the cashier.
"Um, yeah," said Mark.
"One two three four five six seven. . ." counted the cashier in bundles of ten thousand.
After counting twice and getting the waiting for the appropriate signatures from a manager and Mark, the cashier asked how Mark wanted to carry the bills.
"Do you have a bag?" asked Mark.
The cashier and manager looked at each other and then back at Mark.
The manager said, "We have some souvenir bags we can give you, just one moment."
The manager left and came back with a vinyl tote bag with a picture of the Atlantis resort on the front. It had two plastic semicircular plastic handles. The cashier loaded the money in the bag and passed it under the gap between the desk and cage. Mark cradled the bucket of coins in the crook of one arm and transferred his nearly empty beer bottle to that hand. With his free hand he grabbed the bag by the handles.
"Have a nice day," said the cashier smiling.
"You too," Mark said. "Listen," he continued, "do you have any poker tables going now?"
"No, I'm sorry," said the cashier. "We don't have any this week, I think we have some next week." The cashier consulted a piece of paper on the pillar in front of him. "No, sir, not until the week after next. No live games, sorry."
"Okay," said Mark. He wandered away from the cashier's cage.
The cocktail waitress appeared at his elbow. "Another drink?" she asked. She held out a Bud Light.
"Something stronger?" he asked as he passed back the bottle he held.
Her smile widened considerably and she offered him a glass of caramel-coloured liquid with lots of ice. Mark awkwardly grabbed a fistful of dollar coins out of his bucket while trying to accept the drink.
"Thank you so much," said the waitress. She paused and said in a professionally sultry voice, "Do you need a good time today?"
Mark smiled. He took a gulp from the drink she had offered him, spilling some coins out of his bucket.
"Of course," he said. The waitress pointed at the coins on the carpet and Mark shook his head. "Leave it," he said and they walked together toward the middle of the casino.

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