It finally happened
gammanu95
Have you ever tried to stick a silver dollar into a stripper's G-string?
I went to a strip club to get those c-notes changed.
The group of immigrant workers in front of me was having trouble because one did not have a photo ID. I kept thinking I knew that guy, but didn't drill down. After the door girl gave me 20 1s and 4 20s, I wandered over to the bar for an ice cold Miller Lite. After fending off come chubby Cuban drive-by's, somebody poked my shoulder. I was expecting more "wanna dans". It wasn't the guy I thought I knew, but someone I absolutely knew- a subcontractor I used often at my last business. He and his helper were in Lookers and saw me. We talked for a bit when he asked if I had spoken to another former sub who he was friends with - and pointed his thumb to the table over his shoulder. I did know that guy, and all four of the guys he was sitting with. They thought I was me , but did not believe that it actually was me in Lookers. After a couple of beer buckets, I got tired of speaking in Spanglish about how much they did not like the new boss and excused myself.
Thankfully, these guys do not even know that Mrs. Nu exists. About a year ago, one of the dancers here told me that she had seen me at the Zoo the weekend before with my wife. Bless her for being discreet. This is the hazard that we married guys take when we club locally, but I was tired of getting denied change for those Franklins (two gas stations, one Starbucks, and a grocery store).
I wandered over to Vixens to get more change without ex-subs in tow. The door girls only had singles. I now have $100 singles plus the $40 or so left over from Lookers. Now, I need a paper wrap.
The group of immigrant workers in front of me was having trouble because one did not have a photo ID. I kept thinking I knew that guy, but didn't drill down. After the door girl gave me 20 1s and 4 20s, I wandered over to the bar for an ice cold Miller Lite. After fending off come chubby Cuban drive-by's, somebody poked my shoulder. I was expecting more "wanna dans". It wasn't the guy I thought I knew, but someone I absolutely knew- a subcontractor I used often at my last business. He and his helper were in Lookers and saw me. We talked for a bit when he asked if I had spoken to another former sub who he was friends with - and pointed his thumb to the table over his shoulder. I did know that guy, and all four of the guys he was sitting with. They thought I was me , but did not believe that it actually was me in Lookers. After a couple of beer buckets, I got tired of speaking in Spanglish about how much they did not like the new boss and excused myself.
Thankfully, these guys do not even know that Mrs. Nu exists. About a year ago, one of the dancers here told me that she had seen me at the Zoo the weekend before with my wife. Bless her for being discreet. This is the hazard that we married guys take when we club locally, but I was tired of getting denied change for those Franklins (two gas stations, one Starbucks, and a grocery store).
I wandered over to Vixens to get more change without ex-subs in tow. The door girls only had singles. I now have $100 singles plus the $40 or so left over from Lookers. Now, I need a paper wrap.
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For bill-breaking, banks are great, but most brick and mortar locations seem to be closing or limiting their hours to 9 to 5 on weekdays now. Another good option is to go to "the cage" at your local casino.
Most casinos have bill breaking kiosks now.
Not sure why meeting her was a bad thing, honestly, whatever the case.
The closest I club to home is about 60 miles. Normally, it's out of state.....for these very reasons.
Still one room fee, right?
The easiest way to change money is to just get something cheap at a store and use self checkout. Or a casino if you have one nearby