Classy

So we were in a casino and trying to locate a cheapy table to play at and all of a sudden someone totally slammed into me. Like, omigod we've been hit!, torpedo-force kapow! "Hey!" I exclaimed, less than delighted. I saw a smallish woman had stopped a few paces away. She wheeled around. She was so totally a prostitute. Not like a Julia Roberts in fishnets whore, but you can tell. She stalked back over to where we were standing. "Excuse ME" she said, sarcastically. "Thank you," I replied sweetly, inching away from the knife I assume was in her boot.

Later, I left Boyfriend playing blackjack so I could shove money down the vast, bottomless pit of the video roulette machine, thus supporting the local economy in order to provide local people with jobs that do not involve carrying knives in their boots with which to threaten tourists. Apparently while I was gone some hooker tried to pick him up. He took a while to catch on, so he was talking to her. After he realized what she was up to, he decided to ask her what she did. She said she worked at McDonald's. He asked what she did there. She said she was a fry cook. He said she didn't look like a fry cook, and she was like "Baby, I'm the fastest fry in the West."