A sick enterprise that degenerates participate in

Saw Mason Malmuth at the Bellagio tonight. He was playing 30/60, as usual, with about $780 in front of him, and his usual look on his face of "please never speak to me, ever." I don't think much of it, as he frequents the Bellagio and sits there like a robot not talking to anyone for hours, then gets up and leaves and goes back to his lair. As luck would have it Mason and I arrive at the valet around the same time. I get my car first, and he is sitting in the "waiting area" by Bellagio valet (and btw unless it is balls cold or fartblast windy you don't go on the waiting area room. That is for old or handicapped people. Every normal person chills outside by the benches and waits for their car, occasionally chatting with other patrons). So I do what anyone in my position would do, which is to back up about 3 feet, honk the horn 3 times, and wave at that angry, sorry motherfucker. And I had what you could describe as a "shit eating grin" on as I gave him the thumbs up and peeled out.