I was dealing blackjack to a table full of angry drunks who were losing all of their money. One of the guys goes all-in for $200. He gets a 15, hits the 15 and gets a 9 for the bust. He looked like he was so angry he was going to blow his top. He picked up the nearest ashtray (with cigarettes and ash in it) and threw it at me. Thank goodness he was so drunk that it took him a minute to grab and throw the ashtray otherwise I don’t think I would have been able to dodge it. The ashtray flew right past my face and hit my floorman, Adam in the middle of his back. Now imagine how that drunk guy felt when this giant 6 foot 5 inch monster with huge abs, just like a bodybuilder, turned around and glared at him with an evil eye. Adam walked over to the table and asked, “Who threw this?” Nobody said a word we all just looked at the guy at the same time. It was obvious it was him because his head was lowered with shame and embarrassment. He tried to apologize but Adam cut him off, “So it’s ok for you to throw an ashtray at a 5 foot 4 inch girl. But now that you have hit me it doesn’t seem like such a good idea, am I right?” The guy didn’t answer and Adam walked back to the phones and called security. Security came right over and 86ed the guy immediately.