Ugh. Walked in on a Monday night...

Ugh.

Walked in on a Monday night around 10pm. One, somewhat overweight, dancer was sitting at the bar looking at her phone. So I asked the bartender, who was shocked to see a patron (me) show up, if there was one dancer.

"Uh hu." And a cold stare. So I asked for a Bud, milled around while I sipped it for five minutes, took a piss and left. I normally wouldn't stop in, but the club up the hill was dead, so I figured maybe something might be going on here. Not.