Friday, November 23, 2007

Damn You, Las Vegas!

I went to Las Vegas last night and checked into Bally's. Oddly enough, the clerk at the front counter became seriously disgruntled after I handed her my credit card. "You owe us a lot of money, sir" she spewed. I was at a loss. How could that be possible? Two guys named Igor and Andreeve escorted me to a dark room in the underground part of the hotel to enlighten me.

"You see, we don't deal with credit cards here, where we would have to pay a percentage of the charge to the credit card company. We check your credit card for approval, and then it's your responsibility to come to us with cash to pay your bill."

"But what about all the other times I've come here? I've used my credit card, got the item on my bill, and paid it off!"

"You and your "transactions" (said facetiously) mean little to us, or our massive arms, which we're going to use to break your legs unless you give us some money...NOW."

I was really starting to sweat at this point. Could these two bruisers really make me double-pay for every trip I'd ever take to this god-forsaken place?! Has everyone else double-paid in Vegas all this time but no one talks about it? Why was this happening to me? I was starting to feel pretty freaked out about the situation, to say the least.

Lucky for me, it was only a dream.

(Yeah, I'm such a bastard for using that last line, but I couldn't resist. Sue me!)

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