Sat at a friendly $1/2 table the other day and a couple of players were excitedly talking about the near-bad beat that occurred earlier in the day at the table. It seems that the board was J77xx and the two players had pocket Jacks and pocket 7's.
I heard the story and replied, "So you were one Jack off, huh?"
I said it without thinking that someone might be offended but fortunately nobody was. Got a few white chips tossed at me for the joke, actually.
And here's one I hope I don't have to repeat:
A player in the 1-seat was a little drunk but tolerable, however his brother was standing behind him (and also me) and he was combative and loud and in the course of my push, managed to threaten me, another player, security, at least one floor person and finally get the cops called. None of that was fun...
Finally as I am being tapped the drunk player is all-in on the river and a regular named Kevin, a good dude with an amazing Irish accent was deliberating a call (the two had a large confrontation earlier which set off the brother pretty badly for reasons I won't get into though they were funny in retrospect) and the cops show up at that exact moment.
The cops say it's time to go. He says he is all in and will not leave until the hand is done. The cops have no desire to wait and the Irish guy is too stunned to make a decision.
The cops say he has to go RIGHT NOW and the guy whines "Man, I have Aces full," and at one point intentioanlly flips over his hand, I guess expecting the cops to go "Wow, that is a monster! We'll wait a second here, hopefully you'll get paid off," but he indeed had pocket Aces with an ace and a pair on board.
Finally the guy is dragged from his chair, kicking me in the shin in the process. While he is wrestling on the ground to my left with a couple of cops, I am trying to protect myself and the rack. Then the cops say "If you don't cooperate, we will tase you." The next thing I hear is a pop followed by the highest pitched yelp I ever imagined would come from a pretty big black dude. The struggle ended shortly thereafter.
As that is winding down, I just look to Kevin and say "So.... Are you calling"?
Kevin looks at me and says, in his thick brogue, "I can't win!"
I say "So... You're folding then?"
"Yeah," he says.
The tased guy wins the pot, which gets bagged up and given to the cops as they drag him away. His brother, who was the main instigator, manages to avoid any such issues. I spend the rest of my shift modifying my table exit speech to "I want to thank all of you for not needing to be tasered today..."