Funny aside here...couple of years ago, this older guy walked into the hall where Cindy & I were playing. He was carrying a large soft case, stood near us and stared at us for an easy 1/2 hour. No way he posed a physical threat, so I wasn't bothered, but Cindy was getting antsy over the staring. I asked if I could help him? He said he wanted to play for money...I explained that we were just casual bangers, out for a good time, didn't play for money. Then I said that if he was looking for a money game, he could come back later, and he'd find one. This was early afternoon, nothing really going on. He still stayed around, giving us the fish eye, mumbling that pool's no fun if you don't play for money. Finally, with Cindy rattled enough by this guy, we just took the balls to the counter, quit and left.
Later, another day, we ran into Matt, the best shooter of the area, told him this tale...
Matt said: "Oh, he won't bother us any more. He pulled the same routine with me when I was playing my girlfriend. I said I'd play for money...9 ball.
Then I asked for how much. The old guy said for a dollar a game. I said, (trying to keep from laughing) why not go for BIG money, two dollars a game?

I beat him 14 straight, he couldn't pay. He won't be back."
Pool halls...you just gotta love 'em for the amusements provided!
