Confession #66902 – Almost Arrested Over a Yard-Long

Apparently, there is a point at which security stops laughing and starts dialing. I was carrying one of those ridiculous yard-long frozen drinks, the kind you only buy in Vegas or on a dare. We’d just left one casino and were cutting through another to avoid the heat. I didn’t think twice about it—everyone on the Strip is constantly walking around with plastic cups full of neon liquid. A security guard stopped me near the entrance. “You can’t bring that…