On day 2 of my mini-vacation to Vegas, my wife went to do work stuff while I really lived it up. I took my fat self into the gym, where there were treadmills I couldn’t figure out, which is a pretty good analogy for my fitness level currently. After the workout, I stopped by one of the hotel stores to get deodorant. I hadn’t flown in a bit, and I only check a bag when you put a gun to my head, so I realized that morning I was out of deodorant. Being 101 degrees out, I thought this may be important.
I found that this particular store had zero men’s deodorant, so I ended up playing eeny meeny meiny mo (how the hell do you spell that?) and going with women’s Secret. Strong enough for him, still smells like grandma. I also grabbed a water and approached the register. “$15.83.” Excuse me, I thought you said almost $16 for travel size women’s deodorant. Oh, you did. I bought it because there was a long line and taking a $12 Uber to get cheaper toiletries seems wasteful. Of course, upon returning to the room, I could have just used my wife’s deodorant and saved like $46 or whatever this magic pit salve cost me.
I really showed them though, when I won $18 dollars playing blackjack (which my wife lost by hitting the max bet button on the video blackjack). I think it’s time to return to Ohio.