"I want a sandwich and a cuppa coffee," she snarled.

"Jeez, honey," I whimpered, "I'm exhausted. We did five sets to a tough talking, drinking audience, and I'm totally beat."

"I don't care," she said. "Go downstairs and find me a sandwich and a cup o' java."

I went down the elevator, and left the hotel. I knew an ok mom n' pop convenience store one block over and didn't want to deal with the hotel's two lousy restaurants for a take-out.

I took a shortcut through the alley beside the hotel. About thirty feet into the alley, a hooker, dressed in the typical side-slit black vinyl skirt, low-cut sleazy blouse and loud lipstick sidled up to me and in a husky voice said, "Hey, buddy, wanna have a good time?"

"No, thanks," I said, trying to get past her. She grabbed my arm.

"Only a hunnerd bucks," she purred.

"No, thanks," I repeated.

"Fifty, then?"

"How about two bucks?" I said, hoping to insult her and get away.

She told me what I could do with my two bucks and strutted off on her seven-inch stilt heels.

I managed to get to the convenience store with no further incident, bought the sandwich and coffee and returned with the bagged food to the hotel room. My old lady had by this time changed her mind. She had dressed and informed me that we were going out for some decent hot food.

We went down the elevator and out the lobby of the hotel. There was a decent restaurant just down the Strip. The quickest way there was through the same alley I'd walked through earlier, so that was the way we went.

We got halfway down the alley when along comes the same hooker I'd encountered earlier. She takes one look at my old lady and says in a scornful tone, "See what ya get fer yer two bucks???"