My last night in Hagerstown, MD, at Hagerstown Billiards, I was asked to play some cheap 9-ball sets by a much lesser player who didn't know I played a lot better than him. I will repeat, I was ASKED. Well, I beat him until he quit, and then his friend wanted to play, so I played and beat him also. They were both pretty bad, but the first guy was an idiot with an attitude problem and a cocky air about him, so I layed down pretty fierce. Since I couldn't just drill his buddy, I layed down during those sets also.
Now, there's also an interesting situation with the clown who was working the front desk. He was in the middle of buying the business, and we used to kind of get along. Not good buddies, but it was tolerable. Well, the deskman, Roger, decided to be a douchebag to me because we had gotten into it over very trivial things in the recent past. So, in my last several visits to the pool room before I moved to North Carolina, there was an obvious tension between him and I. Actually, the other regulars and I were also not getting along with each other very well. When I first started playing, they pretty much robbed me, so I got better, didn't let them know about it, and then proceeded to rob them back as much as I could. Naturally, it was a recipe for disaster.
Anyway, Roger was constantly ragging on me and saying some very disgusting and innappropriate things to me. I usually let it go, but I started standing up for myself and fired insults right back at him. Flash forward back to the night in question. I'm playing the second guy, and Roger says he's closing at two. Well, it's ten till two when he says it, but we had already started another set before he said anything. I'm beating this guy 3 to 0 in a race to 4, and as the last game is being racked, Roger the douchebag says, "Don't even rack the balls, we're leaving now." HE CUT ME OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SET. He has never cut off anyone in the middle of a set. Many pool room owners have told me it's a cardinal sin to do so. He did it to me because we didn't get along.
Well, I don't get payed for the last set naturally, and Roger and I get into a heated argument, at which point he barrs me for life. That's fine. But then he has the balls to ask me to pay table time! What a joke. I told him to screw himself. By the by, I think he was also pissed because I was robbing the guys that he usually robs.
Sorry for the long post, but what would YOU do if you were cut off in the middle of a set? Mind you, we started playing that set before he said anything about closing, and he stays open for regulars sometimes until 3 or 4 in the morning, so the time on the clock means almost nothing. What would you do here?
