by Viktorija Simulynaite
Sovereign Man
Last week after my little ‘incident’ when I was almost mugged in downtown Las Vegas, I felt the need to unwind and have a drink.
Apparently everyone else had the same idea, because the hotel bar was packed as tightly as a ‘mostly peaceful’ protest.
Curiously, though, despite such brisk business, there was only ONE waitress working.
She couldn’t possibly keep up with all the orders and looked like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. So I walked over to see if she was doing OK.
She was almost in tears as she told me that there would usually be at least 4-6 other servers… but all of her colleagues had simply stopped showing up and the hotel hadn’t found anyone to replace them.