The Revenge Theatre quite the place...

The Revenge Theatre quite the place to experience if you have never made the journey to the interior wilds of MN. It is in the smallest dumpest little town around, but there is another bar just across the street and best of all, a night there is never the same twice. One night I found $300 on the floor in front of me on sniffer's row. Another night, the place was full of bikers and middle aged strippers with tattoos. It is always changing.

I decided to wander down there last night because it was hump day and I wanted something different to vegetate out to. I got there about 930 and got quite a surprise. There were 10 or 12 shiny BMWs lined up out in front and inside there were the young monied owners of these expensive shiny automobiles. After I sat down to watch, it became quickly apparent that there was something going on and the regulars were definitely on edge. Becki, the bargirl and Tessi, the waitress were absolutely on edge, but wouldn't say a word. Watching I quickly saw the reason for their stress………

The BMW owners were trying to show off their wealth and run the joint. Everyone knows the bartender tends to run the show in a tavern out in the country. They were loud, annoying, rude, flashing a lot of money and not tipping much. I kept watching only to find them being shunned by the girls and getting weak drinks by the Becki - good strategy - piss them off so they leave. It didn't work they just kept drinking and getting louder and louder. One came to the bar next to me and just reached over and slid his hand in a dancers bikini top. She pulled away and complained. He just laughed it off and kept on drinking. On sniffer's row I watched them put tips on the rail with condoms inside - not cool. Another pulled a dildo out of his pocket and started to poke the dancer while her backwas to him - pissed her off royally. As the night went on it was more of the stupid stuff so the dancers ended up hanging out in the locker room more than the bar itself - a real pisser because of the 8 dancers, there wasn't anything less than a 9.9 in the entire crowd. They would come out to dance, get a drink and go to the restroom. They even shyed away from the private dance room. After acouple hours, I was going to the restroom in back only to see two of the dimwits pulling a dancer into the girls restroom. I knew this meant trouble. So I started hollering and no one heard me over the noise. I followed them in to find the little blonde stripped of her bikini and pushed up against the wall. The dimwits were busy mauling her body and she was trying to laugh it off and get away. I started hollering more, poured my beer on one and commenced to spray them down with some bathroom cleaner I found in the corner. Finally they got madder at me and started after me and I gladly led them out to the bar where the bouncer finally caught on and gave them the heave out the door. I went back into the restroom to find the girl on the floor in a ball crying. One of her friends came in and started to help. I gave them my shirt so she would have something to cover up with and I left them to do what had to be done. As you can imagine this drama sort of had the place on edge for a while, but I didn't have to buy my own drinks either and the dancers settled down eventually after the BMW dimwits left.