One of the Many Reasons I Love Las Vegas

So I'm leaving tomorrow for 10 days of travel. Once my presentations were prepared and my suitcase was packed, the only remaining to-do item was to get some cash for the trip. With every intention of going to the bank, I got in the car and headed out. Before I was even a block from my house, I decided there was no point in going to the bank when I could go to a casino instead. Why take my own money when I can take money that earlier today belonged to the Venetian or the Bellagio or the local Station casino? I realize there's some risk to my approach, but I figured I'd give it a try - the bank is really close to home, so a stop there on the way back, while depressing, wouldn't have been inconvenient. But it all worked out and my wallet is now nicely full of crisp $100 bills that a few hours ago didn't belong to me at all. Every time I spend one on the trip, I'll smile and think whatever I've bought was basically free. My only problem will be remembering to turn the big bills into smaller ones. I keep forgetting that outside of Vegas people consider it odd to pay for a pack of gum with a C-note.