Man: "Look, it's not like I'm saying, 'I looked at that, and I think it's better.'"
Woman: "But, just that you would look at her ass, and like it —"
Poor dude. She wouldn't let up. This conversation had been going on for a while when they got within earshot of me near Harrah's, and it kept going for as long as we were walking near each other. He'd noticed a girl with a nice ass and now he was paying for it. She wouldn't even allow him to claim it was an involuntary glance.
And I thought, "You know, if you can't stand your man lookin' at a nice butt every now and then, you'd better not come with him to Vegas. Or the beach. Or, um, the mall. In fact, you should probably just be single."
They were heading south at the time toward Flamingo, and we all know what billboard's at that intersection:
Here's hoping our beleaguered friend didn't look up.
I wanted to take someone to task myself that evening:
GUY: (singing) "Jeremiah was a bullfrog!"
GIRL: "Is that, like, a song?"
Seriously?
