Tales from the Boobie Bar!
Oh, tonight was just a raging cesspool of TEH DRAMA at work.
First customer that sucked-not just to us, but to other customers-was a guy that was maybe in his 30s.
He was one of those 'starved for attention' types.
Anytime we went to him for tips, he'd try to grab us-and he nearly tore one of Bs favorite thongs (which pissed her off highly-our shit is expensive guys, no touchy). So we started skipping him.
So, he has his money on the bar, but keeps wandering away for 20 minutes to a half hour at a time. So the bartender, K, put his money directly under the bar by where he was sitting so it wouldn't get stolen. (This might seem like an odd practice, but we do it quite often if people just wander off, and they never have a problem with it since they get it right back. Also, the guy in the story is a regular, and had no problems with the practice before.)
So, he comes back. K is busy at the other end of the bar with another customer, but she motions to him that she'll be right there.
He ignores that and decides to start screaming at the female customer who was sitting down the bar a little ways, claiming SHE -stole- his money. (I'd like to interject here and point out that this woman is the girlfriend of a childhood friend of mine [who was also there].)
After she explained she didn't do it, and a couple witnesses back her up, what does the guy do?
He steals the money of the guy next to him, then tells the dude that the girl took it.
W.T.F.
By then, K had managed to get back, slapped the dudes money back on the bar, and told him to give the other dude back his cash. Guy denies taking it, witnesses point out that he did, and he gives it back and is kicked out promptly.
Jesus.
These people came back.
Joy. Rapture.
On the upside, they tipped all the girls this time.
On the downside, they would give you $1 and expect you to stand there and talk to them for 30+ minutes at a time. Which is impractical, since we could be using that time to make more money. So we all had to gently excuse ourselves after a minute or two, but no biggie, right?
Well, I went around to them for the second time. Another girl, A, was with the two previous customers, so I skipped them (we do that, skip the patrons another girl is getting tipped from and just go back to them when she's done). As an aside, A and I had been chatting in the dressing room earlier, and she had told me that the couple had asked her some odd questions and given her odd looks when she was talking to them.
Me=Dancer lady :D
G=Guy
GW=Woman who was with the guy
G=Hey, why'd you skip those guys?
Me=*explains*
G=Oh. You should interrupt anyway, that dancer with them is a bitch.
Me=Excuse me? *(A also happens to be a friend of mine.)*
G=Yeah, she was really rude! She said she was like, Dominican or something. *disgusted glare*
Me=*also has a disgusted glare, but this time at the guy* Are we talking about the same A? 'Cuz she's a sweetheart to everyone.
GW=You like her or something?
Me=She's my friend.
GW=Oh.
G=*changes subject* So...how much is it for a lap dance?
Me=$20.
G=How much would a lap dance be for -her-? *points to his girl*
Me=Same as it would be for -you-.
GW=*looks offended*
G=WHY?
Me=...because a lap dance is a lap dance, different genders don't get different prices. It's still the same amount of work for the dancer.
G=...but she's a girl!
Me=Yes, and? I'm failing to see the relevance...
G=I don't BELIEVE IT.
Me=*resists urge to yell "HABEEB IT!"* Sorry sir, I don't make the prices ^^ If you'll excuse me...*goes on to the next customer*
They left about a minute later.
But thanks-
To the huge group of guys by the TV-you cheered, whistled, clapped, and tipped well; you were also very good conversation! Come back anytime.
To my aforementioned childhood friend-it tripped me out to see you again (haven't seen him since I was 15? 16?), but it was nice nonetheless :) And your lady was a sweetheart, too-hold on to her ;)
To the one guy who noticed that I horribly fucked up a pole trick and landed on the back of my skull and also injured my wrist-thanks for the extra tip, and for worrying. (It was quite cute, he kept saying 'oh my god are you seriously okay? That had to hurt! I can ask your manager to help you, etc.')