So the woman begins to ask questions and the table roars in excitement as my wife makes another point. The woman is confused as to what is happening and looks puzzled. She motions for me to look over at my wife. My wife was giving me a disapproving look.
“What are you doing?”
I sheepishly answered, “I’m showing her how to play craps”
“Please, get some balls and show her the real way.” She scolded me, “do you want to learn how to play craps.”
The woman agreed empathically.
“Get over here, move over Zeke” My wife practically ordering me away.
In one movement my wife distributed the woman chips across the table. “When the table is hot, put your money out there. You’re not going to win if it’s sitting on the rack!”
And so my wife kept rolling the bones. In between she would hand out her lessons.
“Never put your hands on the table as the dice are being rolled, you hit those dice and they turn up seven when you’re looking for a six and you will be in for a world of hurt.”
“See the dealers; treat them good, they will help you win. When you win, tip them.”
“Find a table that is loud and hot. If you have to cram your way in, do so.”
“If you’re nervous about putting too much money out there, play the pass line and the odds on your front line bet. Always play the odds”
“Place the six and the eight because they are your best bet. As you get comfortable play the other numbers but you have to realize they are not as good of a bet.”
“When you win, pick up your money or else it’s still in play”
My wife was barking out commands as she tossed the dice and the woman looked more perplexed as she collected money off the table. She had doubled her money during the lesson when the inevitable happened.
“Seven out”, the dealer called out.
It took a couple of minutes to clear the table of all the chips and the crowd gave a good clap for my wife the shooter.
I took my chips off the rack and colored them up, essentially, getting larger denominations of chips to make cashing out easier. My wife did the same.
As we walked away with several times the amount we started with I looked at my wife and smiled.
She looked at me and responded, “What, you’re going to say you still have it?”
“Well, you might, but I have it a bit more, as was obvious by the way she thanked me as I left.”
The young attractive woman had all but forgotten about me as she collected her winnings, but I took the comfort in knowing that my wife had a bundle of cash. A fair trade off, wouldn’t you say?
