In the spirit of Jeff Foxworthy’s “you might be a redneck if . . .”, we give you “you might not be part of the target market of Las Vegas casinos if . . .”
You have a hard time finding a free parking spot on the strip because you assume your car will be towed if you park it in a casino lot and are not staying or gambling at the casino.
You quick make and eat your peanut butter and honey sandwiches for lunch before you find a place to park.
After you park on the strip, it takes you fifteen minutes to dig two strollers out of the car topper you use to carry your camping equipment.
You don’t even consider spending the $14 they are asking at the “New York, New York” casino for one person to ride the roller coaster.
Your toddler’s diaper falls off while he is walking in the middle of the classy part of the “New York, New York” casino’s food court.
You fill your water bottles in casino bathrooms rather than pay to buy cold bottled water.
The only money you spend on the strip is for two Slurpies and a bag of Cheetoes at 7-11, and two $1 happy hour drinks.
You are told by a drunk man walking by you on the strip “now there is a real family; good for you, dad.”
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