What is Wrong With People?
BabyDoc
Wayfaring Stranger
This board seems awfully slow, like maybe a lot of people were unintentionally scraped off with the last change. So pardon my multiple postings today but…
I just witnessed about the worst behavior I’ve ever seen in a club. An asshole (and I can’t over emphasize ‘asshole’ enough) sitting next to me at a table top bar looked at my four-day into the job cocktail waitress and asked her loudly. “hey, don’t I know you?”
She replied “no” but he persisted, “yeah didn’t you work at (insert name here) blow job bar?” Now that club calls itself a bar and you can get a beer there but they really only have one product on offer. She kept denying that she had ever worked there but he got louder and louder until everyone in the club heard him.
Finally to shut him the fuck up she admitted that she had worked there.
This asshole was oblivious to her humiliation and started celebrating proclaiming “I knew it” over and over again.
What the fuck is wrong with people. In younger more drunken days, I like to think that I would have clocked him with my beer bottle and the stomped the fucking hell out of him.
I just witnessed about the worst behavior I’ve ever seen in a club. An asshole (and I can’t over emphasize ‘asshole’ enough) sitting next to me at a table top bar looked at my four-day into the job cocktail waitress and asked her loudly. “hey, don’t I know you?”
She replied “no” but he persisted, “yeah didn’t you work at (insert name here) blow job bar?” Now that club calls itself a bar and you can get a beer there but they really only have one product on offer. She kept denying that she had ever worked there but he got louder and louder until everyone in the club heard him.
Finally to shut him the fuck up she admitted that she had worked there.
This asshole was oblivious to her humiliation and started celebrating proclaiming “I knew it” over and over again.
What the fuck is wrong with people. In younger more drunken days, I like to think that I would have clocked him with my beer bottle and the stomped the fucking hell out of him.
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Not sure what to make of this other than yes there are some obnoxious dickheads that go to bars and drink too much.
Works every time! ROAR!!!
You'll over hear conversations of a similar nature regularly, generally handled with a little more tact but the same in principle. Quite a few times I've given a bartender a double take and the "don't I know you" look and they've responded with "yeah, we did" or knowing smile or something. On more than a few occasions they've done the same to me, I usually try to reply the in the same manner. Acknowledging the previous interaction, but not feeling the need to make sure everyone in the club knows what we were doing the last time we saw each other.
He left moments after his victory lap. I ordered her a drink and had her sit down to compose herself. The head waitress and another waitress came over to console her and yes, I left a big tip.
Change things up and in 3 months you’ll be enjoying strip clubs again.
I didn’t realize that I’ve made any complaints about there being something wrong with strip clubs. I’ll try to be more careful but as I said in an earlier post, I’m on a manic-depressive cycle.
I only drop in here once or twice a year so I’ll be gone again soon. And I don’t know that I can manage a three month break but I did just start a three day regime of antibiotics so no more alcohol until September 16 when I will be back at it celebrating Libertad with some very enthusiastic young women.
Just for clarification (again my fault for not being clear enough) her job in the previous establishment was not as a cocktail waitress or a dancer. Her job was to give blow jobs. That's all they hire girls to do there.
hey good to see you're still here
No worries. Water off a duck. I’m still a manic-depressive and I’ve had the glass half full/empty discussion directed my way by many a person. I take it in stride because in the end I’m an optimistic pessimist.
Yesterday was an interesting one. My mere presence or appearance made one girl gasp, one girl cry (the second in a week), one girl ask me with disapproval why I still don’t have a girl friend (she and her cohorts have been trying to hook me up for a long time) and then finally my club girlfriend squealing with joy as she had hit the lotto with a ticket I bought for her. And I went to bed early because … well today is ‘beer is on the menu again day’ after the antibiotocs and I’m up at one in the morning ready to start. Manic today! Yaaay!
I don’t know if the crying were tears of joy or something else. Neither would stop long enough to speak. These were phone calls made for me by other girls. I didn’t see any babies in the backgrounds. So that’s good.
Right now, I am seriously debating on whether to make my club GF my girl friend – girl friend OTC. That’s what she wants but we went through this before. It would only be for a few weeks and she may/might/possibly/probably never see me again. So, I don’t want to do that to her but it would keep me out of the clubs for the next three or four weeks.
Girls! You can’t live with them something, something blah blah blah…
Sun will be up soon and I think I will have just one more report for the board and then simply fade away.
Cheers.
😁