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As always, it's long. Bear with me.
Your cast for the evening, aside from yours truly:
L: Hot cocktail waitress friend
K: Awesome Bartender dude
DBT: Douche Bag Tourist.
My friend "L" is a cocktail server at one of the casinos downtown on Fremont Street. I met up with her there one night after her shift was over and we went to one of the other casinos to get some drinks.
We're sitting there at the bar having a conversation and getting to know "K" the awesome bartender on the GY shift. The DBT walks up to the bar and sits down next to me and orders a drink. L cracks a joke and the DBT uses that as his opportunity to but his way into the conversation.
DBT: Ha ha! That's hilarious!
<insert a few more jokes here>
DBT: Here. I want you to have this. <He hands L a green chip> (For those that don't know, green chips are $25 chips.)
L: <Hesitant, looking over at me>
Me: <shrug>
DBT: Go on. Take it.
L: Ok.... Thanks! <smiles>
The DBT then walks over and sits next to L, putting her in between the two of us. he starts to spout off his resume about the 4 highly lucrative businesses he supposedly owns, his celebrity friends and their porn star fiances, and then he claims to be the creator of a "brand new" technology called S.E.O.
Sensing that he's trying to make a move, L leans back and against me as if to say we're together.
Me: S.E.O.? When you say S.E.O., I automatically think of Search Engine Optimization.
DBT: Exactly!!!!!!
Me: Dude... That's been around since the early to mid 90s. All it is, is finding ways to exploit search engines to make them pull up your sites quicker. People have been coding web pages to do this since pretty much the beginning.
DBT: <has that "oh shit, I got caught" look on his face> Oh... well... My company is completely revamping how it's done and revolutionizing it.
K: So did you actually write a program for it or are you generating capital to try and bribe Google? <laughs>
DBT: We're uhh... making it so that your page comes up first when you search for certain keywords.
K: Well that's what S.E.O. is supposed to do. How are you doing it?
(At this point he could've taken the "confidentiality" escape but chose to continue trying to prove he knew what was going on)
DBT: Our company is making it so that people who use our technology get listed first.
K and I start ignoring him and have a separate conversation about my IT career, his dabbles in programming and web design when he was younger, and his son's recent graduation from UNLV with a degree in Systems Security. We break from it when L starts talking to the DBT again.
L: Here. you can have this back. <Gives him back the green chip> I don't need it.
DBT: <gets up and walks away>
Me: Why'd you give the chip back? We could've had a round or two on him
L: It was fake!
Turns out it was one of those souvenir chips you can get from the shops and vendors around Fremont Street. Just a green chip with a picture of the Welcome to Las Vegas sign on it. No casino name or monetary amount.
I've met a lot of people that try and pull the "juice" card ("Juice" is who you know, not what you know) to impress people or get special treatment, very similar to the "I know the owner" card that's often played in Retail.
I've also heard of gamblers tipping cocktail waitresses fake chips or bills to make them think they're big tippers and get better/quicker service. I have NEVER seen someone do it to try and hit on a girl.
Then again. This is Vegas and we are plagued with douchebags like this.
And oh yeah, in case you were wondering, he stiffed K too.
CH
Your cast for the evening, aside from yours truly:
L: Hot cocktail waitress friend
K: Awesome Bartender dude
DBT: Douche Bag Tourist.
My friend "L" is a cocktail server at one of the casinos downtown on Fremont Street. I met up with her there one night after her shift was over and we went to one of the other casinos to get some drinks.
We're sitting there at the bar having a conversation and getting to know "K" the awesome bartender on the GY shift. The DBT walks up to the bar and sits down next to me and orders a drink. L cracks a joke and the DBT uses that as his opportunity to but his way into the conversation.
DBT: Ha ha! That's hilarious!
<insert a few more jokes here>
DBT: Here. I want you to have this. <He hands L a green chip> (For those that don't know, green chips are $25 chips.)
L: <Hesitant, looking over at me>
Me: <shrug>
DBT: Go on. Take it.
L: Ok.... Thanks! <smiles>
The DBT then walks over and sits next to L, putting her in between the two of us. he starts to spout off his resume about the 4 highly lucrative businesses he supposedly owns, his celebrity friends and their porn star fiances, and then he claims to be the creator of a "brand new" technology called S.E.O.
Sensing that he's trying to make a move, L leans back and against me as if to say we're together.
Me: S.E.O.? When you say S.E.O., I automatically think of Search Engine Optimization.
DBT: Exactly!!!!!!
Me: Dude... That's been around since the early to mid 90s. All it is, is finding ways to exploit search engines to make them pull up your sites quicker. People have been coding web pages to do this since pretty much the beginning.
DBT: <has that "oh shit, I got caught" look on his face> Oh... well... My company is completely revamping how it's done and revolutionizing it.
K: So did you actually write a program for it or are you generating capital to try and bribe Google? <laughs>
DBT: We're uhh... making it so that your page comes up first when you search for certain keywords.
K: Well that's what S.E.O. is supposed to do. How are you doing it?
(At this point he could've taken the "confidentiality" escape but chose to continue trying to prove he knew what was going on)
DBT: Our company is making it so that people who use our technology get listed first.
K and I start ignoring him and have a separate conversation about my IT career, his dabbles in programming and web design when he was younger, and his son's recent graduation from UNLV with a degree in Systems Security. We break from it when L starts talking to the DBT again.
L: Here. you can have this back. <Gives him back the green chip> I don't need it.
DBT: <gets up and walks away>
Me: Why'd you give the chip back? We could've had a round or two on him
L: It was fake!
Turns out it was one of those souvenir chips you can get from the shops and vendors around Fremont Street. Just a green chip with a picture of the Welcome to Las Vegas sign on it. No casino name or monetary amount.
I've met a lot of people that try and pull the "juice" card ("Juice" is who you know, not what you know) to impress people or get special treatment, very similar to the "I know the owner" card that's often played in Retail.
I've also heard of gamblers tipping cocktail waitresses fake chips or bills to make them think they're big tippers and get better/quicker service. I have NEVER seen someone do it to try and hit on a girl.
Then again. This is Vegas and we are plagued with douchebags like this.
And oh yeah, in case you were wondering, he stiffed K too.
CH
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