I stopped and ruminated.
Here I was in a place known as Sin City, just around the corner from a restaurant called Pin-Up Pizza and down the street from the X Burlesque show, and the street sign was telling me that no kisses were allowed beyond where I stood.
Who could have imagined?
The sign meant to say “buses” (multi-passenger vehicles), not “busses” (kisses), but the irony was just too delicious.
Then again, outside the editing conference I attended, this was the most original form of anything I found in Las Vegas.