Karen was quite surprised when she debarked the Greyhound in Las Vegas, New Mexico: where was the glitz, the glamour, the casinos?
All she espied were old store fronts and signs about "The Santa Fe Trail."
"Hmmm, 'dat mus' be a new casino game, 'dis Santa Fe Trail. I and I will has to try it."
Famished she ordered at a KFC and decided to eat ouside; while munching away a man sat next to her, asking "Is this seat taken?"
They soon chatted amiably; Karen had to ask the stranger the one question that had troubled her since her arrival: "Where be all de casinos at? Ain't 'dis Las Vegas?"
The stranger quickly caught on and decided to fuck with the clueless visitor.
"They all moved out last night" he said, "lock, stock and Faro table."
Karen was crestfallen.
"Oh no! And here I and I came all de way from Miami..."
Quick on the follow up, the gent said "Well you're in luck: they all just moved to Miami, that's where they are now."
This had the ring of truth to the autistic slot maven, so she decided to hitch hike back to Florida.
As luck would have it who stopped to pick her up but Rob Singer, driving his Newell...but let's leave that story for another day.
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