Saturday night!
First crappy customer of the night was a guy that was, I guess, in his thirties or so.
He stood at the bar, drinking a beer, when I went around for tips.
Me=HOLY CRAP A HALF NAKED WOMAN
PM=Proposition Man
Me=::walks up, greets:: How are you doin tonight?
PM=::grunts:: Okay.
Me=::dancedancesmilesmile::
PM=::watches, makes no move to tip me::
Me=::looks at him, eyebrow raised::
PM=How about I buy you a beer, huh? And you can sit with me and drink it. ::creepy stare::
Me=Er, no sir, I'm not drinking beer tonight. If it helps, it'd be cheaper to tip me a dollar than buy me a three dollar beer. ::smile::
PM=I have a better idea.
Me=::uh oh:: Whats that?
PM=How about you come back to my house, and I'll tip you there. Then it'd be worth it.
Me=::ohnoyoudidntjust:: Actually, none of the girls will go home with you. The idea behind the strip club is to come in for the entertainment of watching us, and tipping accordingly. If you want 'other' entertainment in your home, you're in the wrong place.
PM=::grunts:: Come home with me. That'd be worth a dollar.::glares::
Me=NO. And if you're quite finished trying to insult me, I'll go let the other girls know about you now.
I turn on my heel and walk away. I tell each and every girl working precisely what he said to me.
Then I told the bartender, K. K is a very sweet lady, but you do -not- want to piss her off. Oh, hell no.
After I told her, she stalked over to his end of the bar and -glared- at him. Before she could say anything, he blushed, set his beer down, and left.
Good riddance.
Then we had a smartass birthday boy.
I went around for tips, and the first thing he did when I walked up was try to grab my collar.
Strike one.
I chatted with him a bit as he tipped me, and he tried to grab my ass.
Strike two.
He asked if my makeup was a tattoo (understandable, since I do my makeup like this), and I told him no, it wasn't, and that I actually have no tatoos or piercings since I'm scared of needles.
His reply?
"Then how do you do your heroin? I guess you snort it?"
Strike three, everyone out of the pool. NONE of us do shit like that. And it's really irritating when they assume we do.
This one puzzled me.
So four guys come in.
One says he has no money to tip.
Second one says he's not watching (even though I can see him watching), so he's not going to tip.
Third one does tip.
But the fourth one says he won't tip because he's engaged. I express my confusion at that, and he says it's 'not right'.
HOWEVER.
Not two minutes later, his friend and he are yukking it up about how they plan to go out for his bachelor party and get him laid.
o.O
I ask if they're serious. He says of course he is, since he's not going to be able to have sex with anyone else ever again after he's married, he wants to fuck some random girl on his last night of single-ness.
But he refuses to tip the dancers because its 'not right'.
...
::heada'splode::
Thanks to-
Dan-thanks for coming in, tipping well, and keeping me cheerful through all the OMG DRAMA going on in the club (different story for a different community).
Dude down in front-thanks for coming to the stage to tip, thanks for tipping six to ten dollars per set, and thanks for being respectful.
All the women that came in tonight-thanks for not being catty bitches, thanks for tipping, and thanks for being cheerful and not all 'omg you're gonna steal my man!!11' Come back anytime.