Gambling in Kmart
You know you’re in Vegas, when…
You can see the top of Kevin, my cashier’s head. The lady ahead of me in line had a cart piled with stuff, and as Kevin handed her the mile long receipt he joked, “here’s your novel.” She didn’t get it. I felt a bit sorry for him.
I forgot how relaxing and comfy it is to be at my folks’ house for Christmas.
