One day many years ago I start my workweek as a floorman running a low limit section of a large LA casino. There's a relatively young, somewhat attractive woman (pre-poker boom this means under forty) sitting in the one seat in a 2/4 stud game. She wasn't a regular and played all day never changing seats; this of course is no big deal.
Next day I come in she's still in the same seat with the same clothes and plays through my shift never causing a problem. Next day she's still there, same seat, same clothes and all. Now I ask the shift manager if we have any liability or responsibility here; he says no as long as she is coherent and doesn't smell too bad. I couldn't bring myself to get super close but from a about two chairs away she didn't smell all that bad relatively speaking. She seemed coherent in that she never failed to ante.
Next day she's still there, same clothes, no problems. Finally it's my Friday and once again she plays through the day in the same clothes. After I get off I go play some 15/30 limit holdem for a few hours. Before I leave for my weekend I wander back to my section to make a final check. She's still there.
My libido was ruined for about a year thinking about that tuna.
~ Rick