Vacation in Vegas

"Vacation in Vegas"

Harold saved for years and years for his dream
vacation - a weekend in Nevada, where prostitution
was legal. However, since he worked for barely
minimum wage, the years stretched into decades
and he was ninety-one when he got off the bus in
Reno in front of a glitzy bordello. Harold tottered
up to the front desk.

"Isn't this Adelaide's famous Pleasure Palace?"
he asked.

"Why, yes," replied the incredulous receptionist.
"How may I help you?"

"Don't you have the most beautiful girls in town
lined up and waiting?" Harold quavered. The
receptionist nodded. "Well, I'm here to get some."

"How old are you, Pops?" she asked bluntly.

"I'm ninety-one."

"Ninety-one! Pops, you've had it."

"Oh, really?" A disconcerted look passed over
the old man's face as his trembling fingers
reached for his wallet. "What do I owe you?"
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