OK, anyone who’s ever been in a casino knows that floormen are the second most useless forms of ornamentation in the place- pit bosses taking first place. All they do is stand around and pretend to watch the games, ostensibly to make sure the dealers don’t screw up.
So, here I am, busting my sweet bippy on the game, my back is killing me, and do you think I can get one of these floormen to do something useful like, maybe, give me a shoulder rub?
Noooooooooooooo!!! I have to grin and bear it. Why? Because I’m a girl, and they’re all scared of getting busted for sexual harassment.
Oh, hell, guys, come on. It’s not like you’d be coming up behind me and gave me an unsolicited shoulder rub. I asked for one. And, hey, didn’t I give you one last week when your neck was all stiff? Reciprocate, damn you!
Look, I’m willing to submit my request in writing, complete with a promise not to go to Human Resources and fill out paperwork on you. Signed, dated, carbon copy, whatever.
You gave the boxman one, but not me. I feel discriminated against.