content: Normally, I wouldn't write a review about an airport. But, because it's Vegas, this airport is... uh... special.\n\nIt all started two days prior when my lady friend got pick-pocketed on the strip. I heard later that Las Vegas has the biggest crime rate of any city in America. Whether that is true or not is up to what you read, I guess, but it makes sense for this story. After contacting the airline and the police, we were told that we could make it through security, but it would be tricky, and to arrive two hours early.\n\nSo, we showed up three hours early. Being Las Vegas, it's both very hot, and very booze-soaked. I had been nauseous throughout a lot of the trip, why, I still do not know. Something to do with the heat, the eat, and the alcohol turning everything sideways.\n\nWe waited in line to have our ID's checked; both of us with single carry on bags. I went first since I had a good ID. She went after me and simply and plainly told the TSA agent. \""I have no ID, here is the police report\"".\n\n\n***SUPERVISOR TO GATE THREE***\n\nMy heart sank.\n\nLuckily the supervisor was pretty laid back. He got on the phone with some mystery government official on the other end, and in a few short minutes, and after a few brief questions politely queried at the side of gate three, we were on our way. Two hours early.\n\nDue to the security hangup, the TSA supervisor allowed us to cut in line and we ended up waiting for the plane to arrive for about 2.5 hours. I took a few walks through the makeshift casinos to alleviate my sickness from the stress and other aforementioned contributing factors, but by the time we got on the plane and got in the sky, the nausea was gone, and we were home free.