Vinnay (3 PM): You’re giving yourself bad luck by ignoring me.
Vinnay (4:30 PM): A courtesy wave would all but guarantee a double up.
(Two hours of the worst cards ever held by a poker player in the history of the game EVER, later…)
Me (6:39 PM): Fine. *wave* Now, give me aces.
Me (6:41 PM): HOLY SHIT, VINNAY! I just got queens!
(I went on to take fourth place in the tournament. This morning when I went to the bank to deposit my winnings. It’s one of those Citibank machines where you just push the cash in the slot — no envelope, no slip, no nothing — I put the money, the machine starts whirring and then it spit this out:

ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!! I was telling my co-worker that this is the single most annoying slip of paper I have EVER received! “I’M SORRY?” Yeah, I took your cash, won’t give it back, there’s now NO record of you ever having given me any cash, but you know, “My bad! Have a nice day!”
I would respect Citibank more if the slip just said “Fuck you!”
So, I am now resuming my hostilities with Vinnay until my cash is either returned to me or credited to my account.