A Taste Of Things To Come

Memba Ben By Memba Ben, 4th Aug 2017 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/xircowpz/
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A precursor to my job as a guard at an illegal casino.

This wild ride is just getting started.

Back in the day, I was a security guard for an illegal casino. What I mean by that is management would let ANYONE in for the sake of making a quick buck so while you’d get some decent folk just trying their luck, the place was mostly populated with gambling addicts, drug users, and all round dodgy people.

I was the only thing standing in the way of sheer anarchy and even then some concessions had to be made. For example, the casino had a strict drug and alcohol policy but because I was the only person to deal with all the mayhem, there was no possible way to monitor every single person so essentially, the flow of drugs was unregulated. You’d only need to look a person in the eyes or hear them speak to know what was up. Thieving was also a regular occurrence and if people came to me to complain, all I could do was shrug my shoulders and advise them to wise up.

Secondly, it was made clear to us that under no circumstances were the police allowed into the casino (with it being illegal and all) so once again, it was up to me to down the fort. The only tools I had to help me was a nightstick whereas the patrons flashed their guns with alarming regularity.

Overall, it wasn’t a job for the faint hearted but it did provide some classic moments.

I was a couple of weeks into the job and getting familiarized with the system. At the time, the patrons were easy going and not a lot of disruptions were going on (you’d get the occasional catfight or drunkard wondering in and causing a headache but nothing more) and I was beginning to enjoy the job as it seemed like such evenings were going to carry on for the foreseeable future. However in hindsight, I think the folks were gauging to see if I was a doormat or an authoritarian (neither approach ends well) and as fate would have it, I got my first test.

One of the regulars were a couple who (for lack of a better explanation) had a toxic relationship. They were both drug users, skilled thieves and got into frequent arguments when strung up, sometimes turning physical.

That night was one of those.

I had just come back from checking the car park for any suspicious activity and was getting ready for a quiet evening when out of the blue, this guy (around 6.3 ft. 250 pounds) started beating the daylights out of his girlfriend (who was maybe 5.5, 150 pounds) while accusing her of stealing his money. The thing that surprised me was that the other patrons were staying out of it which led me to believe that they were either scared of the guy, or it was a regular thing (it turned out to be a mix of both).

To be honest, I was pretty overwhelmed and out of my depth. I mean, that was the craziest thing I’ve seen since I began the job and to the other folks, it was another Monday. I think I stood there for a good minute in shock until someone pointed it out to me that it would be a good time to get involved.

With the no police rule in place and no back up, I went in and… let’s just say I gave as good as I got. It took a herculean effort for me to get that fucker out of the building (I’m 5.8 and 163 pounds) but when it was all said and done, it was mission accomplished. The lady thanked me for stepping in and told me she was ending things with him and despite my ass kicking, I felt good about what I’d done.

The next day came and as I clocked in to start my shift, to my shock; I found the couple cozying up in a corner.

I was dumbfounded beyond words.

Did I really square off with that dude for nothing?

The guy then noticed me gawking and began walking towards me.

Jesus Christ…

As I warily checked him out (with thoughts of a rematch), he stood in front of me and did something unexpected:

He offered a handshake.

The fuck?!?

As I stood there befuddled as all hell, he started apologizing for the previous night’s action and hoped that we could start over. I was just glad that he didn’t want a rematch so I just shook his hand and let sleeping dogs lie. All things considered, he was a cool dude and strangely enough, because of that ass whipping, the patrons began respecting me.

However, that didn’t mean that they wouldn’t be back to their old ways.

If anything; it was a small taste of things to come.

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