Musings

Two years back a fresh off the boat cocktail waitress took my drink order. Turns out I was her very first customer and she was obviously quite nervous to be working in a strip club. I bought her a drink but when she brought the drink back to the table, she stood there like a fish out of water. I quickly realized she had no idea how anything worked and suggested she sit down. She was so naïve she didn’t know if she was allowed to sit down. I gave her a quick tutorial and she has always remembered how patient I had been.

She always makes her way to my table whenever I show up (2 – 4 times a year) and relates our initial meeting story to whoever I happen to be sitting with. Fast forward, I dropped in a few nights ago and right on cue, she saw me from across the room and came to sit down enthusiastically retelling the story to the dancers I was sitting with but this time it was different. She was loud and swearing like a sailor spouting stripper shit as if she had taken an advance course.

It was honestly shocking to me how that sweet, naïve young girl had transformed so radically. I suppose it was to be expected but still a shame.