Tales from the Boobie Bar!
Lately there's been one hell of a lull in buisness at the local clubs.
So I was quite happy to see one of my old regulars from my old club come waltzing in. He was always a little...off, but hell, most of them are anyway. And he always tipped me very, very well besides.
Yay!
...Right?
Wroooooooooong.
Oh God, so wrong.
You see, I went around to him after my set. After he commented on how different I look and asking how I've been, I made the mistake of asking him what he'd been up to lately.
Seems that he "found Jesus".
I put that in quotation marks not because I have any issue with religion. Me and the G-man? We cool. We tight. We down.
I put it in quotes because he was in a titty bar, lusting after mostly naked women he couldn't have (most of which are also married), and getting falling-down drunk. And while he's doing all of the above?
He's preaching at me.
...o.O
While I have gotten used to those of a religious bent feeling as though they have to "save" me, I've never...quite...been preached at like that before. People usually drop it after I tell them "I respect your path, please respect mine"-but not him.
Oooooh no, not him.
He kept on. For a half hour.
And after I finally get him to drop it?
He asks if he can "snuggle up close" to me and "give [me] a million little kisses".
*heada'splode*
And yes, I did point out the fact that he was doing a lot of the things his religion says are unacceptable. His response? "I'm just flawed, just human..."
I think he just gets off on self-persecution. But...wow.
And now...
Guys, can't stress this enough. If you can't afford to go to a titty bar, don't friggin go.
Yes, yes, I know. Pretty ladies all half-naked and whatnot. Quite enticing. I happen to agree.
But I heartily disagree with going with NO money, AND being rude to the girls to boot.
Three guys came in, plopped down at the bar, and watched every dancer very closely. But...wouldn't tip. When they realized that they were expected to, they got angry. As if we're supposed to do this for free.
Me=*sigh*
G=Guy
Me=*once realizing that G wouldn't be tipping me, goes to walk off*
G=WHERE are you GOING?
Me=...to make money, seeing how as I'm at work and all.
G=What, you only spend time with guys who give you money?
Me=In here? Yes, since that's the basic premise of my job. I don't get paid for this, so if someone isn't giving me money, I do not spend a lot of time with them.
G=...what? That's stupid, you're supposed to do what I want.
Me=*has a gigglefit at his expense* Nope ^^ *wanders off*
One of the girls sat down with them after this and convinced them to buy her a drink. They did.
She didn't touch it :) Walked off. That's five bucks you're not getting back, buddy. Mwaha.
They left after realizing that we heartily disliked them :)
And now a creepy one! Woo!
This happened to a co-worker, M.
This is partly customer_suck and partly co_worker_suck.
See, the bouncers are all supposed to make damn sure that when a dancer is off shift, that she gets to her car safely and that NO CUSTOMERS leave at the same time as her.
M gets off shift one night. Gets walked out, gets in her car. As she's preparing to leave, the bouncer lets a customer out because he's "a regular". M is pulling out as the guy starts his car-M hadn't even noticed, being tired.
The guy followed her all the way home. Then got out of his car and approached her as she sat in hers.
That's a good way to get
1. Maced
2. Shot
3. Shived
by that oh-so-pretty dancer you just HAD to follow.
She's got her mace in her hand, and asks what the fuck he's doing.
"Just making sure you got home okay" the moron says.
"I'm fine. Leave. Now." Says M.
Luckily (for him), he does.
Squick.