I had never considered Vegas a town lacking in anything. I had come for a few days this past fall, dutifully overloading my senses and depleting my wallet every time I left my hotel room. But at a dinner one night with a large group of colleagues, I heard the first rumblings of discontent, and unfulfilled wishes. "You wouldn't," the woman next to me at our table asked the waiter gently, "just happen, by any chance, to have Coke?" He shook his head. She'd already guessed as much.
"Am I tripping or is everything here Pepsi products?"
