At a 7-Eleven, I called my mom’s pager from the pay phone, sending her a code 3—"Emergency." I waited, giving her time to get up, get dressed, drive to a casino, and page me back to let me know where she was. After about forty minutes, my pager buzzed, showing me the phone number for Caesar’s Palace. I called the hotel and had her paged, waiting impatiently until she picked up.