The bartender approached me with a smile.  "Where ya headin', young man?"

"Las Vegas," I said.

He smiled.  "A great town, that Vegas.  You'll have good luck there, you're the type."

"I know," I said.  "I'm a Triple Scorpio."  He seemed pleased.

"That's a fine combination," he said.  "You can't lose."

-Hunter S. Thompson, Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas