As if the airport wasn't ugly enough and the layout both annoying and tedious, McCarran had to assault our eardrums the entire time we were waiting at our gate with loud pop-twang country dog crap. And they chose the worst of it too. I had to reattach my ears when I got back to Portland, because they pretty much quit on me and walked away with a suitcase after being subjected to that torture. The passenger clearly on a ton of meth (don't ask me how the TSA didn't notice) following us around with her tongue out didn't help either.
At least the security was nearly empty and quick as a beat. That was about the only good thing.