Whoa Scary

So, I am in Las Vegas meeting with people that I cannot name concerning a project that I can’t talk about. In fact, forget I am in Vegas at all since I can’t talk about it.

This is my fourth trip to Vegas this year and the town never gets any less… let’s say… “interesting”. It is midnight here as I type this and I have just returned to my hotel. For this trip I am not staying at my usual hotel because this one was closer to the people that I wasn’t here to meet with. Anyway, I came in a different door than I usually do and got a little turned around trying to pick my way through the casino to the hotel rooms. As I rounded the corner I must’ve looked a little lost because off to my left I heard, “Where ya headed honey?” I turned my head and nearly screamed in fright at the “lady of the night” standing by a slot machine. She was at least 6 feet tall, 95 pounds, and probably older than my mom. I was so startled that the only clever comment I could muster was, “This way” and walked off. I guess I can mark #9,999,999 off my bucket list now — be solicited in a surprise attack by a random hooker!!

P.S. That was not really on my bucket list in case there was any doubt.