I was visiting a Detroit-area club that is not in my usual rotation because I wanted to meet a hot dancer who told me she would be there. The dancer and I were sitting at a table, drinking and talking, when the rose-selling midget showed up. The midget must have a rotation of his own, because I've seen him at the Flight Club and Penthouse. I can only imagine his car is overflowing with roses. I had never purchased a rose from him.
The midget approached our table and asked, "Would you like to buy the lady a rose?"
Being too polite to say "fuck off", I said, "No thank you."
The dancer, however, said, "I'll buy a rose."
The dancer started rummaging through her purse. Then she said she had left her money in her locker. Of course, I said I would pay for the rose.
For the first time I had bought a rose from a midget. The dancer thanked me nicely, and told me she was a friend of the midget's and liked to help him out. The dancer and I later had a good time in VIP. But I can't help wondering if I had fallen for the old midgets and roses scam.
“The dancers feed everybody in the club.”