Every trip I take to Vegas with my best Bud Dylan I always get this crazy look..... We go to a crap table, preferably downtown where the odd are better. and I quickly fork over my green to find that they have traded it for chips to thus remove the very idea that this is money that I will eventually lose to them but it always back fires. I quickly seperate the very worn from the worn and then move to the meat of my meal and find all the near mints and occasional sharp edged minties!!! The dessert. The croupier looks at me in amazement at my strange behavior and the childish grin that I have located many chips that I do not dare drop on the table!! What if I lose?? Then my minty chips will go to the next player who will "click them togehter" - How dare he nick the rims!! Intead I play the worst ones often giving them back to the house and dropping another Ben in search of more, Now I still have all the mintys that I dare not play and yet another puzzled look from the Croupier!!! Believe me you get used to that look. I then quickly slide the chips from left to right skipping and jumping certain ones over others and find the Motherload, Almost all are mint, clean, sharp and shiny. Dang none to play with!! I then find myself waiting for the table play to get loud and busy, Meanwhile Dyaln looks at me in utter amazement and says; "dont you want any of this action?? the table is hot!!"By now my pulse has jumped up a few notches as I look for a clean getaway, surely they will notice all the chips getting up and flying away, At last "Hard Ten" he yells and the Table goes crazy, applause througout. Now is the time... I have two junker chips that my Mother would not touch and I toke the dealer and turn hard left to make my getaway.. The dealer looks(right when I hoped he would not) and yells loudly I can color that up for you Sir(he called me sir!!) But I quickly keep waliking away at a hurried pace, He yells again "color up Sir?!!!" and I now have a safe distance from them and say sorry, No.... then a small smile as i say, EBAY!!!!!! WIll I make it out the door?? heart Now pounding.. AHH fresh Desert air And I see my car in sight. I look around one more time and see, WHEW no one followed me out. AH yeah baby the chips are all mine.
"Hi my name is John Reynolds, and I am a chip aholic"

This story is true and reflects my thoughts and last visit to Vegas at The San Remo Hotel.
yes they didnt take too kindly to me removing so many of their white chips from play, It seems alot of people have been doing the same thing!! Almost as if the casino was going to become a Hooters or something??, strange indeed!!!

Anyone else have a funny chip journey?? Do tell. I know I am not alone!!! Happy chippin'