Vegas, Baby

It seems our landlord, Smeagol (see inset), has taken himself on a little holiday to Vegas.  Let's face it, with all the screaming that goes on between he and his elderly mother, the man is certainly in dire need of a getaway.  Hubby was unfortunate enough to have run into him recently or we wouldn't be privy to this information.

Upon learning of Smeagol's departure, seedy images immediately sprung into my sordid little mind: Smeagol sitting in a smoke filled room, surrounded by cheap hookers, the sound of 5 cent slot machines echoing tinnily in the distance. 

I mentioned my theory to Hubby, who immediately agreed: "Oh, of course, naturally."  (God I love that man.)

I realize it is wickedly slanderous of me to insinuate that my landlord would solicit a hooker whilst on vacation.  Indeed, I have never met someone whom I assumed solicited prostitutes, and yet I can't help but feel it's an accurate way to describe this particular gentleman. 

One of Smeagol's sisters will be staying with their mother while he's away.  He told Hubby if we should hear anything fishy to dial 911.  Hopefully this won't be necessary. 

Hubby has a hunch that the whole thing may be nothing more than an elaborate ruse- Smeagol's last ditch attempt to finally off his mother.  What better alibi could there be?  After all, what happens in Vegas...

Have fun, Smeag! 

Comments

[Sissy]

Who the hell did he go with? By himself? With friends? I thought his mother was his only friend, and look at how he treats her. Perhaps he met someone. A woman?

[The Odd Broad]

We're really not sure... We're thinking he went by himself?

[Weinerdog]

Obviously he went with his "precious"....Tee Hee!