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First Dream of 2017 (Or, How to Make Money from Old Ladies in Vegas)

I dreamed last night that I had been left alone at a Las Vegas casino with scant little to occupy myself. I had a remaining day and a half before my flight returned home. To keep myself busy and make a little money in the process, I decided to open a business right inside the casino.

I decided from the start that my customer base would be elderly women. I set about starting the new business by pasting flyers on each of the hotel's room doors. Old women started calling me and soon enough I had three customers lined up immediately.

I met my with my patrons one on one, presenting them a question-and-answer sheet of my own making. Based on their answers, I would personally craft a metal plaque that would in turn be presented to their husbands for their achievements (for both Vegas and life in general). The questions were:

Name _____
Occupation ________
Time in Vegas _________
Winnings _______
Military Honors ____________
Favorite Chinese Dish _________

The last question was always very concerning to me. I would ask the old women, "How would like me to integrate your husband's favorite Chinese dish into the plaque? For example, do you want me to create an epoxy plaque that contains actual Chinese food, or would you like it to appear in the design?" Such questions concerning the physical and aesthetic construction of the plaque normally stumped the women and they'd leave it to my artistic whims.

My original plan was to have the plaques constructed in the casino's Business Center (I'd simply be up-charging them), but I soon discovered that the Center was not able to do such a rush order. (After all, I was leaving in about 72 hours and the plaques needed to be completed before that time.) I made a number of frantic calls attempting to find a plaque-maker who could construct them in such a limited time period.

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