The money moves fast. When I lose count of the chips stuffed in my pockets or the cash I have extracted from them, or just when I need to dodge a little heat, compose myself, or strategize, I retire to my office—the casino bathroom.

I was driving to a Tribal casino recently. When the GPS beeped with the announcement that I had arrived at my destination I pulled over and looked around.

I was playing blackjack at a large casino last night I had never been to before. They had multiple pits separated by whole minefields of slot machines.

“Who here can tell me how to win this game?” I asked as I bellied up to a crowded blackjack table.