At least the manager admitted to having no idea what she's doing. I take that as a half-step better than the more dangerous idiots that call mold plume and such.
There's a little mini-mart (I'd call it a bodega if my town wasn't as white as Vermont) that has a wall of cabinets. I asked to open it up to grab a stick, I don't remember what one, and it was so dry in there. I asked the clerk and his response was "Well, the owner doesn't want to spend the money and the frat boys are too stupid to know the difference and will buy them anyway." Guess that casino is on the same track.
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