I'm having a bad day today. I drove all the way to South Point in blistering heat only to be denied admission to the convention.

A rude man at the desk would not just let me pay admission and enter on a "no-name" basis but insisted that I complete a registration form. I am a private person who would prefer to fly under the radar and stay off mailing lists. The jerk at the the desk rudely proclaimed no form, no admission. I told him where to put it and walked away.

After cooling off, I was prepared to acquiesce and completed the form using my local LV address which doesn't match either my Texas license or Nevada seasonal resident IDs (both of which have my the Texas address). The moron at the desk wouldn't let me explain and raises a chit fit and yells for security. In response, I yell for Metro Police. Suffice to say, neither responded.

So I then proceeded to the main admission desk and asked to speak with the person in charge. They roll out this nice old geezer named Sheldon who seemed rather out of it.

A helpful 'ol gal came over to assist and I explained the situation. She asked me to accompany her back to the registration desk and I said that I did not want to deal with that idiot. I asked her to process my admission and she took my admission fee and two state issued IDs over to the registration desk.

The nice lady returned a few minutes later and informed me that the man (well, person; not a man in my book) at the desk declined to accept my admission. I appealed to Sheldon to no avail. In reality, he seemed to be clueless.

Fair enough. I don't need this sort of chit. Life is too short (especially for the demographics of casino chip and memorabilia collectors).

Too bad, as I am a potential whale who readily would spend megabuck$ with the dealers at the convention for items I like.

Putting a smart ass idiot at the registration desk was a BIG MISTAKE IMO.

Oh well, life goes on and I'll do fine without the convention. I hope those of you who attend have a great time.