After a late night of carousing a couple of my friends and I stopped at the diner inside the White Cross Pharmacy on Las Vegas Blvd. at 4am to get a bite to eat. We sat at the counter, ordered some food and chatted with Louie the long time short-order cook of Tiffany’s Diner. A moment later we noticed a young guy behind us trying to climb the shelf partition that separated the diner from the store. He climbed clumsily up a booth and then tried to step up onto the top shelf. It became apparent to us that he was either extremely drunk or high on something. His right foot searched for some kind of purchase, but found none. After teetering for a few seconds he finally lost his balance and fell over backwards onto the table sending a pitcher of water and a small bowl of creamers flying. Laying backwards on the table stunned he reached for something to arrest his fall. The table began to lean over as his body shifted closer to the edge. At that point I decided to help the poor guy out. I stepped over and kept the table from falling over. Back on his feet, he fixed his hair and straightened himself out in a daze. I told him that there was an easier way to get into the store around the front. He mentioned nonsensically that that was where he came from. I sat back down. He began to fumble in his pocket for something. I thought to myself, “Great, now he’s going to pull out a knife and stab me with it.” Instead, he pulled out his wallet. “Where’re you guys from?” he asked. “Here,” I replied hoping he would just go away. Drunkenly he reached into his wallet, pulled out ten dollars and handed it to me. “What?” I said, “Take your money back.” He just waved it off and stumbled out the door.