  Oh, I forgot to tell you yesterday.&nbsp; About 3 hours into my shift, I tap inot my table after break and greet a guy sitting there ready to play: Me: "Hi, how are you doing? " Customer (eyes puffy, red): **sniffle** Me: "Hmmm..." Customer: **sniffle** (wiping a tear) Me (thinking to myself): "WTF?!?!
" Customer: "You wanna know how I'm doing? I feel like my parents just got killed in a car crash! " Me: "Huh?!? " Customer then proceeds to tell me bad beat stories after getting knocked out of the Mirage $2000 event on the second hand. And how he was busted from every satellite he played in this week. Needless to say, I didn't really talk to him, just kinda nodded and felt that he was a crybaby. If you can't stand to lose, don't play. I really had no sympathy for this guy. 
