Here's a classic Vegas story.  A true story and tragedy of sorts.  It was NYE 1999, clock ticked midnight, and I was out on the strip.  Blocks of people packed like sardines.  Out of nowhere a random flying beer bottle smacks yours truly above my right temple.  Blood begins gushing.  Happy New Year, party over.  Being the closest casino, a few friends and I dashed to Caesars.  \n\nNext step was to get to an ER.  Just one problem: the taxi line was 30 deep.  By that time, my face must have looked like I had just come out of mother's uterus.  What does the douchebag taxi line attendant at Caesar's do?  Matter of factly remark that it will be $20 to get to the front of the line.  WTF?!?!?!?!?!\n\nClassy, huh?\n\nFuck Caesar's.        \n\nWe took the next cab to pass through, and hell no, no one paid $20.\n\nRating: The most dimly lit one star possible.