This is clearly the best thing I've ever seen happen at a poker table.

~1:00 this AM Red Rock poker room 4-8 1/2 kill limit game.

Miserable Old Man (MOM) who has already been berating a drunk donator and various dealers, gets felted in the BB after losing to a gutshot straight on the turn with his flopped set of queens.
MOM says to Brooke the dealer (this is verbatim) "As long as I live I will never let you deal me another hand. I will never give you a dime of tip in my life". "When are you leaving?" "About one minute" is her answer (i.e. she's being pushed for her down soon).

As MOM is pulling out a hundy she starts to ask if he wants in for his small blind - he waves his hand and she throws an "ineligble" button in front of him.
As his rack is being delivered - you guessed it - quad 6s against quad 2s for the in house BBJ. He was ineligible because he didn't post his SB.

So the table share is $563 (woot!) and he still refuses to play as she's dealing as the BBJ is being checked on the cameras. So he sits there and after 15 minutes MOM calls the floor over - asks when she's being pushed and MOM is told after the JP is paid. So he sits there for literally 45 minutes watching us play, show ID, etc until we get paid with this grumpy look on his face. And then after another 20 minutes the table breaks.

Priceless.

That's great....except for the acronym (is that what an acronym is?). I have trouble thinking of this person as MOM. Maybe Miserable Old Fart?