I work in a cocktail bar inside a Las Vegas casino. As is to be expected, our prices are very high.

It’s a Friday night, and the bar’s packed with tourists fresh off the slots. A man slaps a twenty on the counter and grumbles as I make his old-fashioned.

Customer: “Eighteen bucks? For this? That’s robbery!”

I slide the drink across with a practiced smile.

Me: “No, sir. That’s what the casino floor is for. Here’s where you come to cry about it.”

He pauses, looks around at the sunburned and tired-looking tourists sipping overpriced martinis, and takes a long sip.

Customer: “…Tastes like regret.”

Me: “That’s the house blend.”

I was vacationing in Las Vegas for my birthday, and we went to see “Absinthe” at Caesar’s Palace. The show takes place inside a large tent. Like many events in 2021, they had security at the front to remind people to wear masks. I heard another attendee arguing with a guard.

Woman: “I am outdoors! Why do I need a mask?”

Guard #1: “You are heading into a tent, so you need to wear your mask whenever you aren’t drinking something.”

She huffed and puffed but eventually put her mask on.

We were shown to our seats, which were right in front of the woman, and I heard her talking.

Woman: “I’m not going to wear a mask! I’m not responsible for everyone else!”

A second security guard came over to her.

Guard #2: “Ma’am, you need to put on a mask.”

Woman: “I don’t have one. Can you get me one?”

He brought her a mask, and she put it just long enough for him to walk away.

Woman: *To her friends* “I have one. I’m just not going to wear it.”

She continues to not wear the mask, and when security walked near her, she’d take a drink to get around not wearing it.

The shows started, and twenty minutes in, another security guard came and escorted the woman out of the show. I heard her boyfriend say, “Hold on!”, and he chased right on after her.

Tickets were in the $200 range. I hope it was worth it to get kicked out in front of six of her friends all because she couldn’t listen to the rules.

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I work at a pharmacy and convenience store located on the Las Vegas Strip. Pretty much all of our customers are tourists. A customer has made a purchase and as I’m handling their change, they say to me:

Customer: “So which one do you live in?”

Me: “Which… what do I live in?”

Customer: “Which hotel.”

Me: “I don’t live in a hotel. I live in a house.”

Customer: “I thought everyone in Vegas lives in the hotels.”

Me: “If we all lived in the hotels where would the tourists stay?”

Customer: “Well not in the nice rooms, obviously! I mean in like, dorms underground or something.”

Me: “Oh yeah… obviously.”

I’m a waitstaff at a relatively pricey and niche restaurant. A customer is studying the menu.

Customer: “What kind of potatoes is [dish] made with?”

Me: “They’re made with baby potatoes.”

Customer: “Oh, I like the Dutch yellow baby potatoes you get from Trader Joe’s.”

Me: “I’m sure they are similar but I can check with the chef if you like?”

Customer: “Could the chef just run to the store and get them?”

Me: “I’m afraid the chef can’t do that.”

Customer: “But I want the potatoes that I like.”

Me: *Trying to be polite.* “The chef doesn’t have the time to do that, I’m afraid. This dish is very delicious as it is, and is quite popular. I’m sure you will enjoy it.”

Customer: “I don’t understand why you can’t just send someone out for me?”

One of the customer’s friends slams their menu down on the table.

Customer’s Friend: “Because it’s 8 PM on a Friday night on the Las Vegas Strip. There’s no grocery store for miles, and even if there was, what restaurant would ever do that for you!? Just do what you always do and eat the mac and cheese and sulk!”

The customer did indeed order the mac and cheese… and sulked.

It’s 2 AM On New Years’ Day at my small little dive bar. As this is Vegas and we’re open 24 hours, everyone working right now has had a very long shift and we’re just trying to get through it. My manager especially, as he’s worked almost 24 hours covering call outs.

A customer eating some bar food at the bar calls him over.

Customer: “Excuse me, but this tastes like bar food.”

My manager just stares at her, and then looks around and vaguely gestured to the entire dive bar.

Manager: “You ordered a fried fish sandwich and onion rings, lady…”

Deeming that answer to be sufficient, he storms into the back, through the kitchen, and steps outside to smoke about three cigarettes before calling our general manager and saying he quits.