"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.

the handsomest!" (Gell­Mann is younger than I am.)
We got to the El Rancho Hotel and the girls continued this game of acting
towards me like everybody normally acts towards them: "Would you like to gamble?"
they asked. I gambled a little bit with their money and we all had a good time.
After a while they said, "Look, we see a live one, so we'll have to leave you now,"
and they went back to work.
One time I was sitting at a bar and I noticed two girls with an older man. Finally
he walked away, and they came over and sat next to me: the prettier and more active one
next to me, and her duller friend, named Pam, on the other side.
Things started going along very nicely right away. She was very friendly. Soon
she was leaning against me, and I put my arm around her. Two men came in and sat at a
table nearby. Then, before the waitress came, they walked out.
"Did you see those men?" my new­found friend said.
"Yeah."
"They're friends of my husband."
"Oh? What is this?"
"You see, I just married John Big" ­­ she mentioned a very famous name ­­ "and
we've had a little argument. We're on our honeymoon, and John is always gambling. He
doesn't pay any attention to me, so I go off and enjoy myself, but he keeps sending spies
around to check on what I'm doing."
She asked me to take her to her motel room, so we went in my car. On the way I
asked her, "Well, what about John?"
She said, "Don't worry. Just look around for a big red car with two antennas. If
you don't see it, he's not around."
The next night I took the "Gibson girl" and a friend of hers to the late show at the
Silver Slipper, which had a show later than all the hotels. The girls who worked in the
other shows liked to go there, and the master of ceremonies announced the arrival of the
various dancers as they came in. So in I went with these two lovely dancers on my arm,
and he said, "And here comes Miss So­and­so and Miss So­and­so from the Flamingo!"
Everybody looked around to see who was coming in. I felt great!
We sat down at a table near the bar, and after a little while there was a bit of a
flurry­waiters moving tables around, security guards, with guns, coming in. They were
making room for a celebrity. JOHN BIG was coming in!
He came over to the bar, right next to our table, and right away two guys wanted
to dance with the girls I brought. They went off to dance, and I was sitting alone at the
table when John came over and sat down at my table. "How are yah?" he said. "Whattya
doin' in Vegas?"
I was sure he'd found out about me and his wife. "Just foolin' around. . ." (I've
gotta act tough, right?)
"How long ya been here?"
"Four or five nights."
"I know ya," he said. "Didn't I see you in Florida?"
"Well, I really don't know. . ."
He tried this place and that place, and I didn't know what he was getting at. "I
know," he said; "It was in El Morocco." (El Morocco was a big nightclub in New York,
where a lot of big operators go ­­ like professors of theoretical physics, right?)