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Coincidence? You're probably being stalked.
Steve, is that a trollface you're doing in that pic, or it's just me?
Steve's totally doing a trollface
Steve, you need to do an update on your car in the forum. Last I remember seeing is that you had blown up the tranny to rear end.
Let's just say this: Vegas has a reputation for having some very odd - and "ludicrous" comes to mind there - instances of coincidences happening on an all-too-familiar and frequent basis.
I've had instances where I've gone to any given casino, seen someone - the one example that comes to mind is a cocktail waitress years ago - and she just passes me and offers a drink or whatever and I say no thanks. One would think ok, no big deal, just another customer being offered a drink by a girl doing her job.
Now, flash forward about 3 hours. Consider the sheer number of people that a cocktail waitress in Las Vegas in a major casino (this was the MGM Grand) encounters during a single shift - thousands upon thousands upon thousands I'd say. I myself had stayed at the MGM for a bit with some friends, then went next door to get some photos developed at the Walgreens 1-hour photo center. Then we headed to get something to eat to waste time waiting on the photos, then we got the photos and headed to Walmart to do some shopping, about 4 miles off the Strip.
When we were done a bit later, we decided it was time to head back "home" which was in Death Valley, CA where I was working at the hotel resort out there (we all were). We came back to the Strip, turned south, headed out of town and stopped at the last 7-11 on the southern end of the Strip (there's much more now, this was nearly 10 years ago) for gas and sodas/snacks, etc.
I've always prided myself on having an outstanding memory for faces, bragging that I could walk from one end of the Vegas Strip to the other, and if I passed the same people on the return trip I could probably tell you where I'd seen them before (on the Strip, that is).
Anyway, so we're in the 7-11 and I see this gorgeous woman walk past me, she heads to the counter with - get this - a loaf of bread and a half gallon of milk. She starts writing a check - she had not looked at me or seen my face at that moment, not for a split second - and I walk up behind her and say "You work at the MGM Grand, don't you?"
She stops writing the check, mid-word on the amount line, turns, stands up straight, looks me right in the eye and says "You were standing by the men's room, about 3 hours ago."
I mean, for a somewhat healthy male to remember a gorgeous cocktail waitress (and this one was truly gorgeous, not a run of the mill cocktail waitress, no sir, this one was really special) is nothing, all guys can do that - but to have the cocktail waitress remember me even when I didn't get a drink, was nothing special, didn't stand out (well I do since I'm 6'6" I suppose), and then have her remember me at the same time I remember her... in a damned 7-11 no less, hours after the fact, etc...
Yeah, that kinda shit happens in Vegas, all the time.
I have that kind of memory too... it's a blessing and a curse at the same time!Let's just say this: Vegas has a reputation for having some very odd - and "ludicrous" comes to mind there - instances of coincidences happening on an all-too-familiar and frequent basis.
I've had instances where I've gone to any given casino, seen someone - the one example that comes to mind is a cocktail waitress years ago - and she just passes me and offers a drink or whatever and I say no thanks. One would think ok, no big deal, just another customer being offered a drink by a girl doing her job.
Now, flash forward about 3 hours. Consider the sheer number of people that a cocktail waitress in Las Vegas in a major casino (this was the MGM Grand) encounters during a single shift - thousands upon thousands upon thousands I'd say. I myself had stayed at the MGM for a bit with some friends, then went next door to get some photos developed at the Walgreens 1-hour photo center. Then we headed to get something to eat to waste time waiting on the photos, then we got the photos and headed to Walmart to do some shopping, about 4 miles off the Strip.
When we were done a bit later, we decided it was time to head back "home" which was in Death Valley, CA where I was working at the hotel resort out there (we all were). We came back to the Strip, turned south, headed out of town and stopped at the last 7-11 on the southern end of the Strip (there's much more now, this was nearly 10 years ago) for gas and sodas/snacks, etc.
I've always prided myself on having an outstanding memory for faces, bragging that I could walk from one end of the Vegas Strip to the other, and if I passed the same people on the return trip I could probably tell you where I'd seen them before (on the Strip, that is).
Anyway, so we're in the 7-11 and I see this gorgeous woman walk past me, she heads to the counter with - get this - a loaf of bread and a half gallon of milk. She starts writing a check - she had not looked at me or seen my face at that moment, not for a split second - and I walk up behind her and say "You work at the MGM Grand, don't you?"
She stops writing the check, mid-word on the amount line, turns, stands up straight, looks me right in the eye and says "You were standing by the men's room, about 3 hours ago."
I mean, for a somewhat healthy male to remember a gorgeous cocktail waitress (and this one was truly gorgeous, not a run of the mill cocktail waitress, no sir, this one was really special) is nothing, all guys can do that - but to have the cocktail waitress remember me even when I didn't get a drink, was nothing special, didn't stand out (well I do since I'm 6'6" I suppose), and then have her remember me at the same time I remember her... in a damned 7-11 no less, hours after the fact, etc...
Yeah, that kinda shit happens in Vegas, all the time.
Well, she went on her merry way, obviously, and I went back to Hell on Earth (temperature-wise). I am a gentleman, dammit.
It is here: Google Map
It is here: Google Map
Someone needs to edit Google maps and add Steve's trollface camaro.
I love how the facial blur algorithm that Google uses blots out the face of the miner as well.
did google actually auto-blur the face of the statue up on the corner of the roof on the left?
Can't believe he had the nerve to go out driving around instead of working on the site. ....
Yep. If you go to the Google Maps link supplied above. Click on the "Girls of Glitter Gulch" waypoint, you get the original streetview picture. Face blurred.
Google is odd like that...
Well, Google HAS been in maybe one or two privacy SNAFUs in the last year or two with Street View. And a few people have been trying to sue them for so much as driving past their house.
They could just paint faces on their houses