i changed my mind about the hookers

i sluggishly traverse the vegas strip like a zombie in need of "brains! brains! i must have brains!!" i check out my dining options as best i can in my current state of half-conciousness. all i see are buffets and fast-food restaurants. just want something small and cheap. so, i walk into... a starbucks. mistake #1.

"yes, one banana and a small coffee please..." i hand over my credit card. the cashier rings me up and swipes my card before i notice the total.

then i notice the total...

then i shit a brick...

"4.95?! for a banana and a coffee..?!" the cashier nods.

i reluctantly autograph the bill, while cursing starbucks and vegas under my breath.

fucking starbucks! fucking vegas! could've gotten a steak buffet and an hour of phone sex for just $5 more. instead i'm sitting here sucking on the most expensive banana ever with no one whispering sweet dirty nothings in my ear.