"Is this the first time you're having Dick's" the bar-tender said to us and screamed "Well now you'll see what Dick's all about! Let me see your ID! No! Don't sit at the bar before you show me an ID!"
THROWS them back at us and throws paper napkins right in our faces! In the meantime some one leaves the bar. He shows them a middle finger for goodbye! On the other side of the bar: " Hey, what the hell do you want? You want another drink? (a "no" as a shy response from the customer) That's bullshit!" Grabs the plastic cup from the bar and throws it on the floor, adding to the ridiculous mess!
Looks back at us. "What do you want!" and while I'm still looking at the menu he goes "Time's up!" and leaves for a good five minutes.
It must be SO liberating to be able to say what you think! Aaah, this long forgotten feeling still lives deep inside of me!
A nice, simple and impolite Fuck you! to your face means a volcano of emotions, erupting from my encapsulated emotions!
(So, I guess I do have the freedom of speech and I could use it here...but I'd be out of a job in no time. So, the question of the day is: Is it really freedom then? Because, I know, that if I wanted to, I could rob or kill somebody, but there'd be consequences.)
So, Dick is off our plate now. We can gladly say we've experienced yet another Vegas must see! I guess there IS everything in Vegas...now I think we just have The Green Door left and we'll be done exploring here.
