When I First Set Foot in Vegas

While driving across town, I happened to pass by an RTC bus stop just as a woman stumbled away from the bench and re-enacted this scene:

When we moved into our first rental home, there was an opening in the wall between the dining room and the living room. The realtor called it a "pony wall". At the office, when they used inter-office mail, they didn't say "send it by inter-office mail", they said "pony it to the other office." What the hell is it with these people and ponies?

A visit to some area furniture shops has exposed me to a type of overstuffed, over-carved, over-gilded furniture that I've only been able to describe as "Las Vegas Grotesque". It's the furniture equivalent to the old man with the spray-on tan, the comb-over, the over-sized mirror sunglasses, and multiple gold chains.