If I Hadn't Seen It With My Own Eyes ...

DAVID T. KRATT | Other
Published: 07/17/2007

I turned just in time to watch a customer finger through his buddy's pile of money. I found out later that his buddy had left. His buddy was standing between him and another guy and had barely enough room for his drink and one hand on the bar rail. Granted, it was pretty tight at the bar, but still, he had to know that it wasn't his money. He then slid the money over to his pile.