So I’m walking across the lobby and some dude is glancing at me the whole way. As I walked by him, I asked if he had a question as most guests do, and he told me he had a really wierd one. I never like answering guest questions cause I normally don’t know what the hell is going on around town, and a wierd one sounded especially bad. So he hesitates, then comes out and asks “Do you know where I can get any weed?” I don’t know what he wanted me to say. “Uhh, yeah, sure. Just come back to the IT room with me. I always got a spare dime to sell.”, or “Sure, here’s my card. Call one of my associates, and we’ll hook you up. Tell them Brett sent you. Oh yeah, you already know that because I’m WEARING MY NAME TAG.” Even if I did know where this guy could find some weed, did he honestly think I would tell him while I was at work? Vegas is good, but it’s not Amsterdamn. Sorry buddy. You got on the wrong plane.

What I’m listening to: T.I. – U Don’t Know Me