So I’m currently attending a Nine Inch Nails concert in Las Vegas. As I was walking in tonight the following event actually took place:
Big, dumb, meathead door guy employed by the Hard Rock Casino checking my pockets: Hey bro, what is this?
Me: (Politely confused) Umm, it’s a yoyo. (It was a pink Paul Han Onestar)
Him: A what?
Me: A yoyo. You know, like a toy?
Him: I don’t believe you, bro. You know I can’t let you in with this.
Me: What? It’s a yoyo, you know? It’s a toy…ummm
Him: Either throw it away or take it back to your car.
Me: Seriously? It’s a toy, I can show you…
Him: You’re holding up the line, bro, step aside.
I took the Onestar back to my car and then waited through the admittance line a second time…very bizarre experience. His name was Nathaniel. My name is Nathaniel. Way to give Nathaniels a bad name, “bro.”