My wife returned this morning from her first trip to Las Vegas. She stayed at the luxurious Wynn resort, where they have flat screen TVs in the bathrooms and remote control curtains. Man, for a hillbilly like me, that's uptown.
A gambling novice, she told me she played the nickel slots forever with a five dollar bill. "It was a great machine," she told me on the phone the other night. "The nickels just kept pouring out."
"So how much did you win?" I asked.
"After I finished, I counted it up and I had...five dollars and twenty-five cents."
Whoo-hoo! I'm turning in my resignation tomorrow.
She also brought me a gift: a bottle of Romulan Ale from The Star Trek Experience.
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