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First day back at my old club!
For clarification, I no longer work at a full nude bar, I work at a topless-only bar now.
WooWoo guy was there.
WooWoo is a pushing 40, scruffy guy that perpetually smells of oil and body odor. The scruffy beard and afro don't help. Yes, an afro on a decidedly white guy.
He is dubbed WooWoo because of the way he catcalls the girls onstage. He also has an icky habit of sticking his tounge out at us and wiggling it. Ew.
He was there with Wishes He Were Rich Man (henceforth known as WHWRM), who comes in, gets falling-down drunk, and claims that he has over 200 dollars to give each and every girl-yet barely tips us a dollar.
WHWRM went from annoying to outright moron in nothing flat.
Me=Teh girl with teh boobies
WHWRM=Wishes He Were Rich Man
Me=::goes round to him for a tip::
WHWRM=HEY DARLIN! ::attempts to put his arm around me, I take a graceful step to the left to avoid his arm::
Me=Hey there. ::does my dancing thing::
WHWRM=::watches, picks up one dollar:: Show me your kitty.
Me=o.O No.
WHWRM=Why? Your husband here?
Me=No...what does that have to do with anything?
WHWRM=If he's not here, why won't you show me? ::whining::
Me=Because *I* don't want to. That, and it's illegal.
WHWRM=::boggles:: What do you mean you don't want to?
Me=::my turn to boggle:: What part of that simple statement did you not understand?
WHWRM=::shuts up, hands me a dollar as WooWoo laughs at him::
Then the Girls came in. Three women, sat at the bar right near the stage. They were okay, until they got drunk. Once drunk, one of them jumped up on the stage while 'C' was dancing-'C' is the club princess, and didn't care that she was up there except that it might make her more money. The rest of us girls just roll our eyes. The bartender, E, though, she ran over and put a stop to -that- pretty fast-told the woman to GET DOWN NOW, and told C to cut it out.
w00t.
But then, the three drunken ladies started trying to divert the customers attention from us by kissing each other and such. Annoying. They were finally 'asked' to leave. And by asked, I mean ordered.
So they did.
Then WHWRM started picking a fight with Ravens (another dancer) husband. Her husband is quite mild mannered, much like mine, and ignored him as best he could.
Then I started hearing WHWRM apparantly wanting to take on a bet of some kind. What kind-I have no idea. I just knew that, eventually, something would blow up and he'd be pantsless and cops would be involved and everything would go wrong. So I hid out in the dressing room. Probably the first time ever that I Just Didn't Want To Know.
Theeeeeen the three 'ghetto' 'thug' white guys that insisted on speaking spanish because it made them more 'street'.
They played pool. They leered at us. Then they wouldn't tip. So I stood there with the most 'normal' one of the group, when he said he didn't have change.
NO PROBLEM! I whipped out a small stack of ones. Changed out his five for him, and got two dollars from him.
Next time, though, they refused to tip, citing the no-change excuse again, but made no effort to get any change.
Since it was the end of the night anyway, Lexi and I decided to leave. There was much moaning and groaning from the guys, until we snapped at them that had they tipped, we'd still be dancing, since we don't get paid for this. That hushed them pretty quick :)
Venting here feels so good.
For clarification, I no longer work at a full nude bar, I work at a topless-only bar now.
WooWoo guy was there.
WooWoo is a pushing 40, scruffy guy that perpetually smells of oil and body odor. The scruffy beard and afro don't help. Yes, an afro on a decidedly white guy.
He is dubbed WooWoo because of the way he catcalls the girls onstage. He also has an icky habit of sticking his tounge out at us and wiggling it. Ew.
He was there with Wishes He Were Rich Man (henceforth known as WHWRM), who comes in, gets falling-down drunk, and claims that he has over 200 dollars to give each and every girl-yet barely tips us a dollar.
WHWRM went from annoying to outright moron in nothing flat.
Me=Teh girl with teh boobies
WHWRM=Wishes He Were Rich Man
Me=::goes round to him for a tip::
WHWRM=HEY DARLIN! ::attempts to put his arm around me, I take a graceful step to the left to avoid his arm::
Me=Hey there. ::does my dancing thing::
WHWRM=::watches, picks up one dollar:: Show me your kitty.
Me=o.O No.
WHWRM=Why? Your husband here?
Me=No...what does that have to do with anything?
WHWRM=If he's not here, why won't you show me? ::whining::
Me=Because *I* don't want to. That, and it's illegal.
WHWRM=::boggles:: What do you mean you don't want to?
Me=::my turn to boggle:: What part of that simple statement did you not understand?
WHWRM=::shuts up, hands me a dollar as WooWoo laughs at him::
Then the Girls came in. Three women, sat at the bar right near the stage. They were okay, until they got drunk. Once drunk, one of them jumped up on the stage while 'C' was dancing-'C' is the club princess, and didn't care that she was up there except that it might make her more money. The rest of us girls just roll our eyes. The bartender, E, though, she ran over and put a stop to -that- pretty fast-told the woman to GET DOWN NOW, and told C to cut it out.
w00t.
But then, the three drunken ladies started trying to divert the customers attention from us by kissing each other and such. Annoying. They were finally 'asked' to leave. And by asked, I mean ordered.
So they did.
Then WHWRM started picking a fight with Ravens (another dancer) husband. Her husband is quite mild mannered, much like mine, and ignored him as best he could.
Then I started hearing WHWRM apparantly wanting to take on a bet of some kind. What kind-I have no idea. I just knew that, eventually, something would blow up and he'd be pantsless and cops would be involved and everything would go wrong. So I hid out in the dressing room. Probably the first time ever that I Just Didn't Want To Know.
Theeeeeen the three 'ghetto' 'thug' white guys that insisted on speaking spanish because it made them more 'street'.
They played pool. They leered at us. Then they wouldn't tip. So I stood there with the most 'normal' one of the group, when he said he didn't have change.
NO PROBLEM! I whipped out a small stack of ones. Changed out his five for him, and got two dollars from him.
Next time, though, they refused to tip, citing the no-change excuse again, but made no effort to get any change.
Since it was the end of the night anyway, Lexi and I decided to leave. There was much moaning and groaning from the guys, until we snapped at them that had they tipped, we'd still be dancing, since we don't get paid for this. That hushed them pretty quick :)
Venting here feels so good.