Nobody's going to risk losing a job. But here are three scenarios I see at the craps table when I've been tipping.
#1:
Walt (that's me): Forgets to place the 8 after a come-out roll, like I've been doing all night.
Alex (the dealer): You want me to place that 8 for you Walt?
Walt: [rum-soaked vocalization, vaguely resembling yes].
Alex: $30 eight is a bet. Hands high.
#2:
Walt: I had a $5 come bet out there.
Boxman: [Shrugs shoulders]
Alex: He's been making a come bet every roll.
Boxman: OK, Book it.
#3:
Stickman: Seven, winner. Pay the line, save the odds.
Alex: [leaves come bets and odds up]
Walt: [picks lint off shirt, sips rum, pretends to wave to a friend across the casino]
[dice roll, come bet wins]
#4:
Tiffany (you know who she is): Hey sweetie.
Walt: Idgfr lagrgghhh blafbgree.
Alex: Take off toots. He's with me.