After the bright sunlight outside, it...
After the bright sunlight outside, it took a while for my eyes to acclimate to the dimly lit interior. It was during this time that I was accosted by a "dancer", missing a fair amount of teeth while having found a fair amount of tonnage, offering to let me buy her drinks . She had all of the subtlety of a Jehovah's Witness selling Kirby vacuum cleaners door to door. I got my usually priced beverage, sat at the stage and watched said dancer crawl about, offering views of her "generously proportioned" womanhood. All in all, I enjoyed her antics. While I declined her advances, I did tip generously. One must reward such confidence. Another dancer, more appealing, won my custom with a sultry promise of value. She waited half the song before starting, gyrated briefly and asked if I enjoyed it and would I please tip. I declined, located the first lady, and made it obvious that attitude is far more attractive than appearance. I doubt the lesson was actually learned.
