It pains me to see some of the 2005 dealer's mechanics today. Not only do a large percentage of them not know many of the rules, they collectively allow the players to input how to run the game. I know you are probably thinking not this casino; we have a fine core group of competent dealers. I beg to differ on that thought. If the chosen game scheduled to begin is not a "top section" type of game, the options are tantamount to starting a number five pitcher in baseball. Coming in to deal this 3-6-hold'em game is...ah... an...anyone, someone, not on scheduled break. Therefore, here we have a dealer either male or female that looks as though they have never dealt before. However, oh no, the cards began wobbling from the first seat pitched until the last seat receives their card. I can tell you only what I know as fact; four to five of those, delivered cards are no longer secrets. Yes, merely keep up with the players' action as it pertains to raises, folds, or anything that a floor-man might need to know in case of discrepancies. Here is a story that I witnessed that I actually like.
A friend of mine was playing in a 3-6 hold'em game with one of those dealers that I described in the dealer box. When I came over he, was reciting to me how he lost a decision on a dealer mistake, and then compounded by a bad floor-man decision. My friend should have won this particular pot; in fact had all ready won it. However, one of the players knowing that this dealer probably could not recreate the scenario decided to pull a"tech", asking for a floor-man decision. Well, one lost soul deserves another, so the dealer calls the floor-man over. Now I must say: that the dealer did not have a clue, probably should have phoned a friend for help, because he couldn't remember anything about the just concluded hand that was played. Well, "nothing from nothing leaves nothing" so the floor-man awarded the pot to the "scheming player"
The very next hand-my friend had gone all in on the previous hand-the dealer dealt him in without any money in front of him. My friend whom was angry from the debacle of the last hand picked the cards up in anger ready to tell the dealer that he was not participating in this hand, to reveal two aces! The players prompted the dealer to ask, how much money was my friend playing? My friend exclaimed forty dollars in a new exuberant tone. The problem was that my friend did not have forty dollars right then. No matter, the dealer gave him forty out of his own rack and continued the game. Subsequently, my friend raised then was re-raised until the pot swelled to nose bleed heights. Seemingly, nine players hell-bent for leather slugging it out until the last card. My friend's aces held up so that this monstrosity of a pot was all coming his way. The dealer had begun to deliver the pot, NOT. One of the players complained, "Where's his money? My friend realizing he had to act fast went scurrying for funds. Since I did not have any available funds, he just approached anyone and exclaimed, "I've got this pot on layaway, in escrow, on hold, I need forty quickly." The whole table is just watching him work. At this point, the dealer, though dumbfounded calls the floor-man. I did not see this part but "they tell me he just grabs somebody's chips off the table." My friend wins the pot, shares monies with the new friend, and cashes out. On the way back to the table, he tells the dealer, "Here's forty-one dollars you're lucky I'm a big tipper."