"I wish the guy who worked the blackjack table at the casino my dad went to could respond here about stories of my dad.
My father had a successful plumbing and sewer company in Miami. If it wasn't for his addiction, we would probably be millionaires, and I would have taken over the now defunct corporation. My sister told me a story that he won $10,000 and proceeded to lose it all and about $15,000 more in one night. I feel for anyone who has this horrible addiction and the ones affected by it."
What a stupid idiot. Blame others for his own faults, life decisions and his addiction. Let Darwin sort him out.
Oh, and the training facilities for croupiers were a lot of fun to be. We learned to explain the payout of slotmachines. To do that, we would fill them up with (training) coins and start playing. Some machines you could bet 5 coins on each of the 7 winlines. So 35 coins in a single push of a button, gone. You could have a bucket of coins, spend a few minutes filling the machine with m, and then play it away in 60 seconds.