Poles. Don't ask.
Suffice to say, I'm never asking hotel management if I can get a stripper pole in my hotel room ever again. The looks I get at my horrible French are bad enough. But to ask for a stripper pole, not knowing the exact words for it, is very, very, embarrassing. I don't think I've ever been so red.
But they came through. I have a stripper pole. In a hotel room. Brian, you'd better like this.
But they came through. I have a stripper pole. In a hotel room. Brian, you'd better like this.