a few miles later...
can't stay awake... eyes closing... must sleep...
i decide it's no longer in my best interest to drive around las vegas half-conscious. maybe i should pull over and spend the nite at one of the many hotels here?
with some consternation, i instead pull into the parking lot of, what is, without a doubt, the finest, 1-star resort, in all of las vegas - WALMART. did you really expect me to sleep elsewhere? and thus, pass up the absurd luxury of being able to say, "i once slept in the walmart parking lot of LAS VEGAS?!" come on?
i circle the lot a few times, trying to find an ideal place to set up camp, but i sense something... odd. there's something about this walmart that makes it different than any other walmart i've ever been to. what could it be? i look around inquisitively. oh, yes... it's right next door to a bar?! a trashy-looking dive bar at that, appropriately named, DIVE BAR!
now, surely someone has realized such a colossal mistake?! putting a bar next to a walmart?! think of the type of people that shop at walmart, for god's sake!! it's certainly not the upper echelon of society (good white rich folks)... they usually shop at TARGET. no, it's you and me - the bottom half of middle-class america, and all below, the scum of the earth (no offense intended). now imagine, all of these people - us, in addition to being the scum of the earth, are... DRUNK!! yes, DRUNK!! thanks to our friendly, neighborhood DIVE BAR!! conveniently located next door to our home away from home, the local WALMART!! i'm guessing you're beginning to see the potential problems that lie ahead. gunfire, looting, riots, murder, sex on the streets... all, or most, of which i no longer wish to be a part of.
with much consternation and hesitation, i park my car, in a space as far from the hustle & bustle of the walmart & dive bar as possible, but still within the confines, and perceived safety, of their lots. i slip into the backseat, close my eyes and quietly pretend not to hear the yelling drunk walmart customers as they pass near.
i decide it's no longer in my best interest to drive around las vegas half-conscious. maybe i should pull over and spend the nite at one of the many hotels here?
with some consternation, i instead pull into the parking lot of, what is, without a doubt, the finest, 1-star resort, in all of las vegas - WALMART. did you really expect me to sleep elsewhere? and thus, pass up the absurd luxury of being able to say, "i once slept in the walmart parking lot of LAS VEGAS?!" come on?
i circle the lot a few times, trying to find an ideal place to set up camp, but i sense something... odd. there's something about this walmart that makes it different than any other walmart i've ever been to. what could it be? i look around inquisitively. oh, yes... it's right next door to a bar?! a trashy-looking dive bar at that, appropriately named, DIVE BAR!
now, surely someone has realized such a colossal mistake?! putting a bar next to a walmart?! think of the type of people that shop at walmart, for god's sake!! it's certainly not the upper echelon of society (good white rich folks)... they usually shop at TARGET. no, it's you and me - the bottom half of middle-class america, and all below, the scum of the earth (no offense intended). now imagine, all of these people - us, in addition to being the scum of the earth, are... DRUNK!! yes, DRUNK!! thanks to our friendly, neighborhood DIVE BAR!! conveniently located next door to our home away from home, the local WALMART!! i'm guessing you're beginning to see the potential problems that lie ahead. gunfire, looting, riots, murder, sex on the streets... all, or most, of which i no longer wish to be a part of.
with much consternation and hesitation, i park my car, in a space as far from the hustle & bustle of the walmart & dive bar as possible, but still within the confines, and perceived safety, of their lots. i slip into the backseat, close my eyes and quietly pretend not to hear the yelling drunk walmart customers as they pass near.
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