Several years ago I was told a story by a friend of mine "Jerry" who was an old grifter. It was about him and his buddy (partner in crime)playing social blackjack in a bar in Oregon. The bar owner made his money off the game by selling the table a brand new unsealed deck of cards every half hour.
On this scam, it was Jerry's job to get next to the barmaid. "She was ugly as a mud fence" he told me. "But I had to do my duty. I had to act like I was in love. It took a couple weeks but I got to going with her. I would stay after closing time and help her clean up. When the timing was right we switched out a whole case of cards on her."
"Did you make some money?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah."
"So what happened with you and the girl?"
"I was glad when we finally got the money and got the hell out of there!"
