Stopped in with my wife while...

Stopped in with my wife while we were out. After an awesome visit to Flight Club a few weeks before, my wife was game on trying another club. Free parking was good, and no one collected admission. That was the only good thing to say. Figured we would have a couple beers and maybe a dance. It took at least 15 minutes to get a waitress over to our table, and then she seemed rather mad to have to do her job. The dancers were on the lower end of the scale, maybe 4 at the most. The girl on stage looked stoned out of her mind, her moves mechanical, her eyes not focusing on anything. One dancer came up to us, and between the saggy tits, overall lack of a good body, and the feel of needing a penicillin shot, my wife was ready to leave. And we didn't even have half a beer yet. Second dancer came up and the meth mouth scared us. Immediately left, leaving most of our beers. I know some say this is a working class bar, but if that is working class, then I must be way overpaid. Looked like a welfare class bar with coke whores and meth mouths doing anything and everything for their next fix. Seriously considered burning our clothes after that trip!