Usually, when I trot in to Wynn Resorts to sip on a cocktail and try my luck at the slots, the experience is a pleasant relaxing one.
Unfortunately, the trek into the Casino yesterday around 3:30 p.m. in the afternoon left me appalled!
Gosh, it was as if the Wynn had turned upside-down and sideways somehow.
For example, as a guest approached a slot machine, a cocktail waitress glided by - at which point - a thirsty dude politely requested a little drinkie-pooh.
"Sit down and put some money in the slot machine," she snipped, "Then, I'll be back to take your order."
Say what?
Anyone who has been in a Casino is keenly aware of one truism.
If you don't get a cocktail order in when a waitress saunters by the first time, you are SOL until about thirty minutes later, when the aging beauty queen finally drags her sorry ass back.
In spite of her promise, the gal failed to return right away, so the guest was forced to flag down a floor manager instead.
Sure enough, the same tired old babe trotted back, now ready to eat crow!
Personally, I have never witnessed such rude insulting behaviour by a waitress in the Wynn over the past couple of years that I have been frequenting the pretty Casino.
If Mr. Wynn is at the helm these days, it sure isn't obvious.
When was the last time he strolled through the floor to check quality control?
In recent days, the high-flying Hotelier has been poking his nose in the political arena, and taking pot shots at President Barack Obama.
Just maybe, Wynn needs to start putting the focus back on his business empire where it is sorely needed.
Uh-huh!
You can put a pretty cocktail dress (and a coiffed wig) on a piece of white trailer trash, but there's no getting around the awful truth.
The classless babe is still a piece of white trailer trash!
I was also surprised to catch sight of two middle-aged "shrews" strolling through the aisles of the slots machines, and pushing chairs back in place, before guests were hardly on their feet.
One old doll - with gaunt stretched skin and a bad die-job - stared down her nose coldly at guests (and acted "put out") whenever they approached her with a question about the hotel.
At one point, I was inclined to stroll up and suggest - that if she hated her job - she shouldn't take it out on the patrons.
Instead, I opted to pen this post to forewarn potential customers about the joint.
Frankly, I was also taken aback when a package disappeared at one point from a customer's chair.
The individual left their perch for a minute or so - and when they returned - their bag was gone!
When you consider that the two aforementioned hags (and a stream of other floor personnel) were constantly criss-crossing the casino floor, it is difficult to fathom how it could just vanish into thin air.
So, the patron headed for the "lost and found" department, to determine if an employee had turned in the bag without the floor manager's knowledge.
The first security guard was pleasant enough.
But, a second one was obviously a racist, drunk with power.
For instance, when the guest originally approached the first security guard, he was led him down a small hall, where the Hotel employee proceeded to jot down the details and call downstairs to determine if the package had been turned in.
While the guard was on the phone, the second swarthy-looking dude - in a ghastly tasteless purple jacket - proceeded to pounce on the hapless guest.
"Sir, stand back there," he snarled at the startled gambler.
If the patron shouldn't have been in the "hall" of the security office - then - it was the fault of the first guard for positioning him there!
The second guard - obviously a racist - seized on the opportunity to belittle (and abuse) the white guest without provocation.
Shocking, to say the least.
I also noticed that Mexican workers manning the mens room also tended to glare at white males whenever they strolled in to take a whiz.
Yup!
Latinos are finally getting tired of waiting on white folks, I guess.
Bottom line?
There was a silver lining.
I suddenly realized that the Wynn Casino is running rampant with a gang of losers - who rudely hover over - the "losers" who gamble there.
And, for that reason, I have decided not to patronize Wynn's Casinos anymore.
The Wynn is on my shit list, alright!
You know what they say:
"Never throw pearls before swine!"
I wouldn't "Bless them" with my presence.
In fact, I highly recommend that folks heading in the direction of Wynn Resorts - pass the establishment by - and trek on down the strip to the Aria, the Cosmpolitan, Caesars, or Bally's instead (where they treat folks with dignity and respect and appreciate the business).
Amen!
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