On the way to the convention center, the cab driver shared his interesting story with us. He picked up a drunk black prostitute in front of a hotel. She was really big, about 200 lbs or so. After she climbed into the cab and mumbled some street intersection that she wanted to go, she passed out in the back seat. During the entire time, she did not wake up or show any sign of movements at all. For awhile,the cab driver thought she was dead. They finally arrived at the intersection she mentioned and the taxi parked at a 7-11 nearby. No matter how the driver tried to wake her up, shaking her shoulder or brought her water, she would not wake up.

When she finally opened her eyes, all she did was repeatedly saying, “I want to go home! I want to go home!”

“Well, ok! I want to take you home. Tell me where you live.” the nice driver asked her.

“I want to go home. I want to go home.” she just kept on mumbling.

They went back and forth for awhile. Frustrated by this and having no clue about what to do, the driver decided to drag her out of the back seat, put her at the curb next to the parking lot, took out $20 from her wallet and drove off.

So when he picked us up at the hotel, he told us with a sigh of relief, “I’m so glad I pick up someone normal!”

Well, that’s Las Vegas life for you~