December 22, 2004

If it's Christmas, you must be rude

It only stands to reason that a town that proudly calls itself Sin City would have an abundant supply of people behaving badly. I'm not talking about call girls making a living or gamblers trying to hit Megabucks. Las Vegas is a town of transplants, and we get the cream of the crop of rude people from all over the country. Whether it's red light runners who scream past your headlights as your trying to cross an intersection, parents who think that it's okay to bring the kids to a restaurant even if little Lindsey is smelly and screaming at the top of her lungs, or the chick on the cell phone in the bathroom stall next to you, Vegas has hit the jackpot when it comes to bad behavior.

And let's not forget the tourists who flock in from America and around the world to indulge in the pleasures and debauchery of this little desert town. On any given night around midnight, you can stroll the strip and see pregnant women sipping yard long margaritas, moms pushing baby strollers, couples breaking up, couples making out, and most recently, someone defecating in front of Caesars Palace.

Have we always been such a society of misbehaved people? You could argue that this is the town's reason for being. But just read the news (particularly the Odd News section on places like Yahoo!) and it is apparent that the world is running amuck. Oh well, and least it's fun to write about this stuff.

Thanks rude people, for giving La Blogda something to blog about.