I walked in on a Tuesday...

I walked in on a Tuesday dayshift. My eyes need a minute to adjust from the bright sunshine as I strolled into the dimly-lit long and narrow bar. I was hoping to see a young hot...WAIT, WTF, pull flaps! RETREAT. what the heck is that on stage?? Please eyes, QUICK ADJUST BACK again, unfocus my eyes again. Please!

Hard as I tried to not to look again, I couldn't. But much like passing a car wreck, you just have to peak a look at the carnage. OUCH, no better on the next glance. Even worse, now that my eyes fully adjusted. On stage in all her glory was a BBW women. She was a cross between an aging NFL nose tackle, and a sumo wrestler. You could barely see her triangle as it was covered by a roll of fat. She had more dark cottage cheese on her ass and thighs than 3 generations of Kardashians combined!

What manager in their right mind could hire a beast like this and say, Ok let me see you get naked on stage.

Dude, can't you ask her to wash some dishes instead of "dancing"??