Sup fellow degens, 

It's a day to Xmas. I really hope we spend the day with family and not at the slots (at least half of the day). 

The Casino is our playground. We like to glamorize this life. The wins, the laughs, and the losses. 

But if you talk to those who work there: the dealers, the pit bosses, the janitors, you realize the casino is just a big playground.  

The gambling community on Reddit is full of stories. Casino employee confessions feel like going down a rabbit hole that makes a bad beat look like a Disney movie. 

Here are some of the darkest, funniest, and most “down bad" stories I could find. 

You may think you’re addicted, but you’re not "step over a dying man" addicted.

A guest had a heart attack and dropped to the floor at the craps table. Paramedics were literally working on him, trying to save his life. 

The game did not stop. Another player stepped over the dying man's legs just to take his spot at the table. 

Well, the guy who stepped over him lost all his money. Karma is real, and she has a house edge.

A player dropped dead in a bingo hall. The game was paused. 

A woman stormed up to the manager, screaming that she drove from out of town and wasn't going to let "someone else's health problems" ruin her night. 

She demanded they resume bingo immediately.

Imagine being that pressed over B-12…damn…

Not everyone is a cold-hearted degen. Some are just master criminals.

A guy saw an unattended box of chips near a dealer. He grabbed the box ($20k value) but got greedy and tried to grab the tray too. 

The tray was wired to the table, so it "slingshotted," sending chips flying everywhere. In the chaos, he managed to grab a handful of purple chips and sprinted out the door.

In most casinos, purple chips are worth $500 or $1,000. In this casino? They were worth $2.

He could have walked out with $20k in the box. Instead, he caused a scene, looked like an idiot, and escaped with $80. 

To top it off, he got caught weeks later trying to cash them in.

If you ever feel bad about losing a parlay, just remember these legends. 

One employee spoke to a guy who had just lost his entire paycheck ($5,000) on payday. The casino felt bad and comped him 6 ham subs. The guy’s reaction was  “at least, I have lunch this week.” 

That is a $5,000 sandwich, my friend. I hope it had extra cheese.

A painter working early in the morning walked into a bathroom stall and found a pair of "absolutely destroyed" khakis in the trash. 

The owner was a guy who lost all his money, soiled himself, abandoned his pants, and ran out of the casino wearing nothing on the bottom half.

:D

A woman in an electric wheelchair was seen playing three slot machines simultaneously, with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. 

The employee described her as a "zombie pushing buttons," not even having fun, just existing to feed the machine.

Do not be a casino zombie; be a happy degen. 

Not the kind to step over bodies but stepping over bands of cash straight to a hotel room.

If the guy beside you slumps or starts hyperventilating, put the chips down.

I don't care if the chips are 4. 

If you value your bet more than human life, you've lost the game already. 

While playing, the dilemma of whether to use the toilet or leave your lucky seat may come up. Never pick the lucky seat. A jackpot is temporary. Being known as “Winnie the Pooh" is permanent. 

The casino is a playground for degens. Sweat the parlays and enjoy the lights. 

However, always keep your head on a swivel. 

TL;DR: Casinos are fun until they aren’t. People have stepped over dying players, screamed over dead bingo games, stolen $20k only to escape with $80, lost paychecks for ham subs, and literally shit themselves chasing a lucky seat. Gamble, laugh, and glamorize the chaos—but the second a bet matters more than human dignity, you’ve already lost. Play the game. Don’t become the story.

Stay degen,

Dima