I call this story my "lucky baccarat chemin de fer morning" except morning is rushing it a bit. It was more like my lucky baccarat chemin de fer 30 minutes. It was a morning which created me a believer in persons who know that fate or luck or whatever is on their side and they quickly act upon it. I was glad I discovered the suitable person at the appropriate time so I could act too.
There is nothing like striking a good run at the baccarat table. I got up at 08:00 and headed down to get my typical cup of black coffee with no intentions of wagering anything ahead of I would had at least 2 cups plus a sausage muffin. I ran into a friend of mine who plays baccarat banque and immediately adjusted my thinking.
The man in question may be very very good at the game and also terrible. If he is on he cannot lose and I make money with him simply because I stick to whatever his "bet" gives.
Realizing I had left my room with nothing except $30 in my wallet because I only thought to obtain some food, I stuck it in the money area. The croupier announced "money plays".
I could tell my friend was "right on" as soon as he took a seat. It was almost as if fate had smiled on him that morning and given him a nudge to wager on at that baccarat banque table. I took the entire thirty dollars and pushed it as much as $960.
I took the nine hundred dollars earnings and started more than with $60 and pushed it as much as one thousand nine hundred and twenty dollars and was ready to start above with one hundred dollars when he said: "that is it and it’s gone". As I had played with him just before on various occasions, I knew he was most likely suitable. Everyone calls him the "hit and run kid" so I did not persuade him to stick around.
He had created a profit of around $5000 and determined it was time for some breakfast. After tips and a couple of other costs, I walked away from the table with above two thousand and eight hundred dollars.