OK people.
It is Monday morning and time for a new floor person’s call.
I did not make the call when this problem occurred, but I was playing at a table in the room when voices started to be raised nearby, so I went over to watch. All tournament directors like to be amused when someone else is in the hot seat. LOL
My wife and I were up in Reno playing in live games in a card room about two hours after the tournament of the day was over. So, this call happened to a floor person who was working in the live game section. The room had about 60 tables going and most were in use at about 11 pm on a Saturday night, extra tables had been added because of the fairly high buy-in poker tournament. This was back a few years, and no-limit games were very rare at the time. Just then, all tables in use were limit games with most of them being limit Texas Hold’em.
The problem was that a player from out of town, just in for the weekend to play in the poker tournament that had recently finished, had left his table to go to the bathroom. He had been drinking steadily since he busted out of the tournament and had been playing in a $10 & $20 Hold’em table for the last 3 hours and had been winning. He had been seated in the number 7 seat at his table when he got up to go to the rest room. Unfortunately, when he came back, he sat down once again in the 7 seat, but at the wrong table.
His new table was playing $100 & $200 Texas Hold’em. He was immediately dealt in and was too drunk to notice that he was at the wrong table with a much higher limit being played.
He proceeded to win 3 out of the next 4 hands that were dealt and was now up over $3,000 dollars for winning those 3 hands.
Just as he was stacking up the chips from his last winning hand, the real owner of the seat and the chips already there showed up and asked the dealer what had happened? Why had his seat been given to another player and what had happened to his chips? He was a nice guy who had also gone to the bathroom, he had just taken longer to get back to his table. The dealer, who had only recently sat down at the table, put the deck down, capped it, and called for a floor person. He had been a full-time dealer for a while, and instinctively knew that this was going to take a while and be fun to watch, especially as this was not a regular live action floor person but one who usually just ran tournament games. LET THE FUN BEGIN!
The dealer knew that he was in the clear, he had only dealt two hands at this table since he sat down, and all the seats were full when he got there. As the floor person got enough information to understand the problem, a lot of voices started to get really loud. Not from the two players in the 7 seat, but from every other player at the table who each and all demanded that they be refunded all of the chips that they had lost to this drunk imposter. And they wanted every dime back. They did not care how long it took. They wanted the house to go to the cameras in surveillance and they wanted every cent refunded.
All the while, the noise level slowly but surely began to get louder.
Me, I am just standing nearby with a silly grin on my face.
Something like this had happened to me one time when I was on the floor at the Las Vegas Hilton, but the two player’s games were $5 & $10, and $10 & $20 Texas Hold’em, so I knew what my decision would have been. To me, it was fun watching this poor floor person start to get a panic attack, he was so obviously out of his league. What do they say, “Anything that does not kill you, makes you stronger?” This poor guy was going home tonight feeling like superman.
Ok people, there is your problem. The clock is not ticking this time, but the house is losing rake money.
What questions would you ask, if any?
And what would be your God like decision.
Have fun and good luck.