I took a break from the slot machines at the Margaritaville Casino (you didn’t think this Parrothead would go to Vegas without visiting Margaritaville, did you?) to visit the “facilities.”
There was a small line and when a stall opened for the woman in front of me, she started walking toward the open stall and turned to me and said, “Be careful and watch your step. A woman was in here a few minutes ago and didn’t quite make it,” as she looked down to the floor.
The woman: “She didn’t quite make it,” she repeated, as she looked toward a wet puddle on the floor that trailed off into a stall.
Me: “Um, Ohh. OK. Thanks for that heads up.”
Moral of the story: Any drunken gamble you make in Vegas that involves control of your bladder = bad idea.