Viva Dingy Stairwell

The stairs in the garage at my job remind me of Las Vegas. They are filthy (and aren't all garage stairs filthy? Impossible to keep clean, I think) and the stairwell always smells like cigarettes. I somewhat wistfully think of blinking lights, crowds of scantily clad hos and men wearing too much cologne, greasy buffets and killer hangovers. Ah, Vegas.