Uncle Donald gave Granpa an Outback gift certificate for Christmas almost a year ago. Granpa thinks it's about to expire, so we go to the nearest Outback for lunch. Unfortunately, it's located in Laughlin, Nevada which is "across the river." That means it's all casinos. Fine, says I, we'll eat at Outback, but we will not go near a casino. Granpa inputs the address to Lil' Miss GPS.
No! No, no, no! Say it ain't so!! Outback Steak House is inside the Aquarius casino!!!
Aargh. Satan is a pretty clever devil! But he has picked the wrong two folks to play with. Granpa and I are quite capable of walking through a casino and not pulling on a one-arm bandit - even a penny slot. I just get aggravated at the people who join hands with Satan in his efforts to start us down a slippery slope. I mean, we can't even eat a good steak without having to run a gauntlet of temptation.
But we are here at noon, and the place is pretty much empty. Oughta look like this all the time.
This, however, is something I have yet to figure out...
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