I went into one of the new casinos and bought something in one of their fancy shmancy stores. I bought two butterfly tree ornaments. The guy *giftwrapped* them, even though they were not a gift, and then the best part- folded up my receipt with a big show, slipped it into what looked like a florist envelope and dropped it into my fancyass shopping bag which probably ran the store seven bucks for the bag alone. I have never in my life had anyone put my receipt into its own cute little envelope. I'm such a hick. :wah:
Then I saw the ultimate in tasteless bumper stickers:
"Dead Girls never Say No"
We were standing there looking at it and I was just about to peel it off when the owners showed up and *laughed* at our disgust. I just thought that was repugnant.
I hate the waiting in traffic, shlupping in and out of the car, getting whacked by women's purses and strollers and old men. Getting caught in the crush. The stench of exhaust fumes and stinky old men and their cigars in the casinos. I was glad to get back home where we still have fresh air and can see the stars at night.