If someone sitting next to you keeps looking at one of those little laminated blackjack-strategy cards from the hotel gift shop, or is wearing a tour-group wristband, or wearing a sun visor, sweatshirt, T-shirt or — God forbid — satin jacket with a casino logo . . . that’s correct: Get up from the table.
If you didn’t know all the above already, you should have never sat down at the table in the first place, you fuckin’ momo.