From
the airport I took Tropicana back to the Eastside Cannery to pick up
the camera battery charger I had left in the room.
On
the way I stopped at Cliff's barbershop in the plaza with the movie
theater at Tropicana and Pecos.
I was very proud of myself to
remember where this barbershop was located. I had been there years
ago.
It
is a wonderfully quirky place, filled with Western memorabilia
covering every inch of wall and floor space.
Cliff
used to cut hair for Hollywood.
Mine
was a real mess, and he worked it like a sculpture.
Amazing, really.
Over and over he looked and did a bit here and a bit there.
When
he was done, I looked like a new man.
He
asked for twenty dollars. I tipped four more and felt it was quite a
bargain for the beauty of the work.
I
went on to Eastside Cannery where the security person looked up the
details and called for my battery charger to be carried out. I knew it was there as
I had called the day before, but this fellow looked and made strange
faces into the computer screen and asked me details until finally the
item was located. If I ever call again for a lost item, I'll ask for
the number it is filed under.
Once
he was done skewing up his face in bizarre shapes, he asked me to
wait in that section of the casino, and he'd call me over.
I
waited facing him.
I
did not play slots or read or look at my phone.
I merely looked at
the guard.
I
thought that I was getting my item when another guard came, but it
was only a shift change. I heard the first guard mention what I was
there for to the new man and mention to me that it might be awhile as
they had a medical emergency taking up their time.
After
almost forty minutes of waiting, I went back up to the second fellow
and told him I was going back to my car, but would return shortly.
He
was totally unaware of what I was waiting for. My request had fallen
through the cracks.
He
apologized, and I was more generous than I felt inside.
He
kept saying no one had told him, and so finally I said that I had
heard the other fellow mention to him why I was waiting at the shift
change.
He
apologized again.
He
called a wandering security person and she went quickly and brought
the charger back to me. She too told me that she had been busy with
a medical emergency and that she was the only person who could have
retrieved the item for me.
Well,
they need a better system. One medical emergency should not shut
down the operation, and a guard taking over from another should get a
full briefing.
These
are, after all, security workers.
Perhaps
new owners will improve the system.
At
Sunset Station I redeemed a MyVegas dinner buffet. I had written the
number down, but written B instead of 8, so it came up as a
MonteCarlo offer.
The
clerk looked it up under my name and soon found the error. The
voucher was redeemed.
This
was in direct contrast to a similar mixup at Red Rock where another clerk
simply refused to look up my purchase vouchers. She said I needed
the number and the one I was giving her was incorrect. There I ended
up finding another listing and going to another clerk.
But in the end I missed using my matchplay because we can only redeem one a day at the Stations.
Just now they don't have any offerings. Perhaps they are leaving MyVegas all together. That will leave very little left in MyVegas to give away.
MGM
is much more efficient on redemption. As long as the play is tied to
the Mlife card, they can access MyVegas and redeem the offer, even if
the number is incorrect or missing.
Station
casino vouchers can be used over a long trip, one voucher a day with
no maximum. MGM only lets me redeem three in a trip.
It
was a tasty meal, but it spiked my sugar. I suspect some of the "no
sugar added" desserts were really made with sugar. I'll need to
be more careful.
All
of these adventures meant I left for Laughlin fairly late, driving
out of Vegas at rush hour. It was a bit hectic, but then all traffic
went away.
In the darkness I missed seeing the views of the desert, but I managed
the drive without incident.
I
was fine to see the lights of Laughlin as I descended the final hill.
I was pretty happy to get there.
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