This is day 10 of this Vegas trip report.  If you ended up here and would like to start at the beginning, you can go HERE.

Woke up naturally at California right before the alarm went off.  Las Vegas sunrise:

Had enough time to go and get real sit down breakfast but then didn’t.   I went to Lapperts.  I dropped my donut and ate it anyway.

Work.  I took a well needed gamble during a break.  I sat down and realized I left both my cigarettes, and my phone in the room so this is going to be very quick.

I am not allowed to play dollar video poker anymore at California but did so anyway.

I got my first $100 up to $140 and then lost $80 and just like that, back to work.  I was gone for less than ten minutes total.

Work all day, hate.  I just want to be on vacation.  I don’t know if I can even whine anymore about how much I have grown to hate working in Vegas.  I want to be free.

I went to get lunch at Circa.  I wasn’t sure if I was going to get Saginaws or Victory Burger. Both sound good right now.  I sit down to play while I decide and got a win on a game who’s name I do not know.

When I cashed out, I got a TITO for one penny and she went into my bra.

Back and forth about burger vs Saginaws.  Settled for burger, STARVING.  Get back to my room and my burger is a salad.  So now we know Victory Burger has good salads, but still…

After work, I go down to play.  I am supposed to have smaller budgets on working days, with the thought that my play will be less since I waste all day working.   Still, degenerate I go yay.

Over to Main Street Station to play the 50 cent Double Double Bonus video poker machine I won $1000 on last night.  Someone is on her.  I played Buffalo / Panda Wonder 4 for a bit.  Holy fucking bonus.

Now my machine is free so I play her.  I spilled coffee all over me, so much coffee.  I ended up using my shirt as a towel on the machine since it was also soaked anyway.  I reek of coffee.  Mmmm. Coffee.

I hit Aces, but no kicker.  I also got dealt Kings, woo!

Why stop winning when you don’t have to?

I went to the room to situate myself.  I stopped at Lapperts for a donut and also for some coffee to keep in the fridge so I have it tomorrow morning.

I walked over to the gift shop at Binions to keep wasting away my comps since I have too many.  I got a toothbrush in case I decide to extend this trip and need a new one.  I always open a new one every time I check into a hotel.  I also got as much water as I could stand to carry with me.

Construction outside Fremont.  I thought they were building a new tower, but the internet says they scrapped that.

I am not really hungry but I stop at Binions Café anyway because comps.  I ordered chicken tenders with ranch dressing and spilled more ranch on me, than I already had spilled coffee on me.  Today is great.

On my way back to California, I stopped at Binions Deli for a root beer.

I lost $100 in Buffalo Legends at California.  Like most of these machines, this one also has broken buttons.

I played Buffalo max and hit a bonus for $145.50.

Moolah is up next.  I keep getting the Giant Symbols bonus, which I hate.  I got some wins but still hate it.

I cashed out with $200 and even though I am not allowed to play Dollar video poker anywhere, most especially not  here, I lost $200 playing it.

I go to the room with the intention of washing my ranch and coffee soaked shirt.  I open the door and there is a suitcase in it that is not mine.  What the fuck.  It has a luggage tag with someone’s name, address and phone number.  The address is Hawaii so I assume he recently arrived on a Hawaiian charter.  But how did this get in my room?  Was he given a key to MY room in error?  Is he coming back?  How long has this been here?

I call the front desk and they seem non plussed.  But I want to know how this bag got in my room.  Does some random dude from Hawaii have a key to my room?  We have all read stories where people were accidentally checked into occupied rooms.  I have checked into rooms that were not cleaned, etc.

They told me they needed to research it.  They also let me know someone will come up and get it.  I don’t want this thing in my room.   What if this guy has valuables in here that I am blamed for if they go missing?  I put the bag out in the hallway.

I am kind of freaking out because I don’t know if some random guy has the key to my room or not.  If some random guy DOES have a key to my room, then what?  Will I have to pack and move because I won’t feel comfortable staying in this room?  Do I have to pack?  Can I wash my ranch dressing and coffee scented shirt?  What is going on?

I get dressed and go down to the front desk and ask for a manager.  He tells me the Bellman put the bag in my room.  BUT WHY.  It really annoyed me how casual the guy was being.  Dude, you could have CALLED ME when you solved the mystery instead of never calling me and allowing me to sit in my room getting more freaked that some guy might have a key to my room.  Like literally just “Hi, we figured out the Bellman left the bag in the wrong room, sorry” would have stopped all of this.  Not me sitting in my room wondering what the fuck and having my mind wander and my brain escalate things.

I went back to the room and filled out a survey online telling California how much the situation sucked.

By now, I am exhausted and it is much later than I wanted it to be so ranch and coffee shirt be damned.

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