Love Hurts

I was enjoying a succulent dry-aged New York sirloin at America, a restaurant at New York-New York Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, when this woman sits down at the bar a few stools away, yelling into her cell phone. It became clear to me that she was talking to her significant other whom she apparently left at another bar after some type of disagreement.

I was learning all about her issue with, what turned out to be her husband, and I really did not want that knowledge. She tells him, "I say I love you and you don't care." Then come a few choice words about how he was making an ass of himself and, "that's why I left you at the bar!" Click! She hangs up.

The young woman apparently could tell through her perephial vision tha I had turned to look at her and was none too pleased that she was disturbing my solitude, distracting me from enjoying my juicy, very well prepared steak. The next thing I knew, she was apologizing, which I appreciated. However, I did not acknowledge the apology with so much as a look because I didn't want what came anyway- further
explanation of the problem.

"I got married a year and a half ago in Las Vegas and now it looks like I'll get divorced when I get home from being in Las Vegas," she said through tears. TMI! I just want to enjoy my dinner!

Then, the husband calls back and it starts all over again. I tried to ignore her but couldn't resist taking the photo and sharing. After another minute or so of yelling into the phone, the young woman asks her hubby, "What do you want me do to get you to come back to the room with me?!?"

"Just tell me, I'll do anything," she continues. Then she jumps off the stool, grabs her cigarettes and says, "I'm leaving this bar because I'm sitting her yelling at you." This happens just as John, the bartender, asks me if she's bothering me because if she is I have to kick her out.

The girl must be a mind reader. I finished my steak in peace.

Oh, Good Evening!

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