this has to be one of the saddest threads on Reddit. if you know anyone who's got a gambling addiction, seek help for them ASAP
https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/6j7dt2/casino_workers_of_reddit_what_is_the_saddest/?st=j4bzh3za&sh=879657fathis one takes the cake:
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Was sorta a casino worker? I was a casino driver part time for awhile. Driving premium gamblers home after a day at the tables.
I've met people from all walks of life, high rollers to that 80 year old granny who's there to play slots because she has nothing to do.
The saddest story I've come across was this guy... let's call him Joe.
My initial contact with Joe was when he took my car back to his place. His family in tow. He had just won big. I sent him to one of the high value estates in my country. Smiles all over. Tipped me $500 bucks. Spoke to him while on the road. Investment banker, married with 3 young kids, owned a few properties. I asked him if he came to the casino often, he said just once a week to cool off and eat good food. Prim and proper with a nice shirt and pants.
I took 3 shifts in a week (Wed, Fri, Sat). And, I always see Joe at 1030pm Friday. Wife and kids in tow. It came to the point where I call him Joe and know his kid's names. This happens over the next few months. He tips me well. Once I even brought him and his family to this late night joint to eat. I waited outside for him to finish.
Something changes after the first few months. I still see Joe, but family no longer in tow. He's alone. Ahh the kids are sick. Or, ahh the wife is over at the mums. Send me to xxx estate he says. That's not the original estate that he was living in. I reach and see his wife waiting outside the house. I let him down and drive off. No tips.
The next few months is more of the same. The estates that he lives in gets worse and worse. I saw the wife once and she glares at me. From a huge mansion to a small apartment complex.
One day, my friend calls in sick. Asks me to take the shift on Thursday. Get there by 830pm. It's chill. You literally go in and do jack shit as there's low traffic on the floor. When I reach, I see the hottie that works there. Stopped to be all cool and shit. Was smoking halfway with her when I bump into Joe. We make light conversation, he's here to cool off after a argument with the wife. Okay bro good luck.
A few hours of playing FIFA, I get called by my manager. There's a guy out there. It's 0430am. I walk out to the car.... and it's Joe. He had been gambling since 830pm. He's drunk as fuck. A security guard is holding him up. He got angry at a bad deal and threatened the dealer. I scanned his casino card, it was suspended. He lost his premium chauffeur services. I called my manager, he told security to call a cab. I said nah, let him chill in the break room, I'll cab him back. My manager says that's not allowed. After some back and forth, my manager says fine. The security guy tells me, this is not the first time.
In the cab, he's still drunk as fuck. There was a vomit smell in the air. He breaks down. He's broken. I tell him to stop gambling. He says he will win it all back. The cab stops. No wife outside. He's too drunk to get to his flat. I carry him up. I realized it was a rental flat. No sight of kids, no sight of wife. The place is in a mess. I put him in bed and got out.
I never saw Joe again.
TL;DR - if you have a family member who you suspect has a gambling addiction. Get them help ASAP.
Edit: sighpie. Someone dug through my post history and got to me somehow. Gonna have to deactivate my acc now cuz that's fucking scary. Stay safe out there fellas.