I am reminded of an incident when I was working at a strip club myself.
On the occasions that I worked the door there was one policy that really
made me uncomfortable. It was that no unescorted women were allowed
through the door. It was extremely rare that an unescorted woman ever
showed up at the door, but I did not like the idea that if one did I
would have to turn her away. It seemed like unfair discrimination to me.
However, one night an incident happened that illustrated exactly why the
policy existed and I was glad that I was at the light board that night
instead of at the door. A woman came to the door alone and when the
doorman tried to tell her that she couldn't come in she pushed him aside
and stormed in anyway. She approached a customer sitting at a table with
a dancer sitting on his lap and his facial expression suddenly turned to
absolute shock. She started screaming at him and calling him every name
in the book. Then she turned and brushed aside the doorman who had been
trying to catch her again and stormed out screaming at the top of her
voice that when the man got home he would find all of his shit out on
the street. I was almost tempted to follow him home to watch the further
entertainment.
On 1/31/2016 9:01 PM, Miriam Vieni wrote:
This is funny!
Miriam
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*Subject:* [blind-democracy] Vern's funeral
New to me.
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> >
> > VERN'S FUNERAL
> >
> >
> > Vern works hard at the Phone Company but spends two nights each week
> > bowling, and plays golf every Saturday.
> > His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she
> > takes him to a local strip club.
> > The doorman at the club greets them and says, "Hey, Vern! How ya doin?"
> > His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.
> > "Oh no," says Vern. "He's in my bowling league."
> > When they are seated, a waitress asks Vern if he'd like his usual and
> > brings over a Budweiser.
> > His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable
> > and says, "How did she know that you drink Budweiser?"
> > "I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club.
> > I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey."
> > A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Vern,
> > starts to rub herself all over him and says...
> > "Hi Vern. Want your usual table dance, big boy?"
> > Vern's wife, now furious,
> > Grabs her purse and storms out of the club.
> > Vern follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the
> > door, he jumps in beside her.
> > Vern tries desperately to explain how the stripper
> > must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it
> > She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every 4
> > letter word in the book..
> >
> >
> > The cabby turns around and says, 'Geez Vern, you picked up a real bitch
> > this time.'
> > VERN'S FUNERAL WILL BE HELD THIS COMING FRIDAY.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
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