Busted
Busted! by Jordan Holder The woman in a t-shirt and jeans next to me snapped her gum and decided to stand after drawing a seven. I looked at the eight and five I was holding, glanced at the several face cards I could see on the green felt table in front of the other players and the dealer, and brushed my pair of cards toward me. The dealer flipped a card from the shoe. A nine. Busted! Damn. Well, one could hardly expect to win by standing on 13, not when the...