I'm in Laughlin for the weekend. Jessica and I drove up to help her parents move (they just bought a house here), and we thought we'd use it as an excuse to get away for the weekend and hole up in a hotel and get some work done, and we've been really productive. Anyway, we got a lot of work done yesterday, and then last night we decided to do a little gambling (while in Rome...) and I called it quits after about fifteen minutes (I'm a terrible gambler, so I just played penny slots, while Jessica played blackjack and three card poker). While I was waiting for Jessica, I decided to run through this pitch that we have next week, and so I sat over next to a slot machine that wasn't occupied and I started talking to myself, and apparently I looked completely insane because about 10 minutes later, two really scary looking security dudes came up to me and asked me what I was doing:
SECURITY DUDE: Excuse me, sir?
SECURITY DUDE: What are you doing?
ME: Oh, sorry, am I bothering anyone? I'm just running through a story, I'm a writer, it's a pitch I'm working on --
SECURITY DUDE: People are concerned that you look crazy.
ME: Sorry. I'm not.
SECURITY DUDE: People are concerned.
ME: I'm just waiting for my friend. I was getting some work done.
SECURITY DUDE: I can see that you're not crazy, but you can understand why people were concerned?
ME: Yes, I'm sorry.
SECURITY DUDE: Several people complained, that's all.
ME: Okay, thanks. I'll stop.
SECURITY DUDE: Have a good evening.
And then they walked away, and I felt self-conscious, so I joined Jessica at the three card poker table, where I won 40 bucks.