Valet and Customer
jackslash
Detroit strip clubs
When I come out, one 20-something-year-old valet runs and brings up my BMW. I hand him the cash for the parking fee. I push the button and wait for the convertible top to come down. At this point the valet walks up and says, "Sir, I'm sorry, but you know we work for tips. We don't get anything from the parking fee." Although this may have been BS, I gave him another buck.
But it got me to thinking. Who has it better? The 60-something-year-old customer who drives a BMW and throws money around in strip clubs but who has most of his life behind him? Or the 20-something-year-old valet who has to park cars for tips and watch guys go in and out of the strip club but who has most of his life ahead of him?
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Both the 60-year old and the 20-year old are fucking the hot strippers that work inside the club. Which one is doing it for free?
NukeyBoy (ranukam)! And, similar to the valet in the story, he is pumping gas into BMWs and ask for extra tips down in Portland.
The important criterion in life is happiness (or happyness if you're in a select cloying Will Smith movie). Different people value different things. Perhaps the valet is happier scraping by financially but feel rich with friends (possibly stripper friends with benefits...). Perhaps he is miserable. Perhaps the affluent gentleman (aka you) is happy partying down with 19-year old strippers in exchange for your moo-lah (when I interact with 19-year old strippers I'm pretty happy!). Perhaps said gentleman is feeling foolish, hollow, and ashamed. A sad shell of a man facing an existential crisis that would have caused Camus to throw off this mortal coil with a bullet to the brain. Only the individuals in question know.
One thought -- perhaps the valet is our new bud: candydude! He's probably early 20s and sounds broke. But he also sounds pretty happy. Nothing like candy, porno, and weed to make life worth livin' my friends! Well, it seems he would dig a BJ from his friend...but he's a very positive guy overall. So my vote in that scenario would be: game, set, and match to candydude. After all it largely seems that he is happy with candy and porno. If only that was all I needed for happiness...
Cue Dougsta...
(Or perhaps candydude is our Juicebro *and* the valet was Juice/candyman...that would be frickin' coo-el)
(Except juice is early 30s AFAIK, so I still say NukeyBoy is the better analogy for the valet.)
One more thing. We can't assume that the the 20 year old valet is fucking any dancer. He might learn some game by being in that environment, though.
No we can't. But I'm willing to bet the odds are pretty good. I don't regularly attend any club with a valet to know, but here's what I fo know. At my regular club, I know for sure a doorman, a DJ, a floorwalker (bouncer), and the parking lot security guard are fucking dancers. Verifiable because in each case they were the dancer's baby daddys.
So I'm sayin' even if the minimum-wage rent-cop security guard is nailing the dancers, the likelihood hood of the valet doing it fairly high also.