I arrived at 8:30 on a...

I arrived at 8:30 on a Sunday night. Free parking, $15 cover at the door, and – and – and – I have no idea how much drinks cost, because they had no waitresses working at any time during the evening, and for the longest time, not even a bartender at the bar. Obviously, this was better than being constantly hounded to buy drinks, but wow. A missed opportunity on their part to charge me $5.00 for a bottle of water they can buy by the case at Sam's Club for 12 or 13 cents apiece. Oh, well.

They had about 20 girls working three small stages (occasionally two at a time). They were mostly cute, mostly young, mostly white (though not all, by any means), and mostly friendly. As I frequently do, I tipped a lot of girls at the stages from the wad of singles I keep in my shirt pocket, and I had one not-so-great interaction with one of the girls as I was doing that.

She was really cute and friendly to me from the stage. I tipped her a dollar periodically throughout her routine. Near the start of her third song, I stuck a dollar in her G-string on her left side, then she pulled out her G-string on her right side. I tipped her another dollar, then she did the same thing back on her left side. I liked her, so I tipped her another dollar, and she turned to her right again and pulled out her G-string. I was beginning to find this a little annoying, but just said, in a nice way, "No, I'm done." She demanded to know why. I wanted to say, "Because I'm not a fucking ATM!" but I was still trying to be nice and said, "I've run out of singles." She said, "You're a liar!," stuck her hand in my shirt pocket and almost succeeded in grabbing the rest of my ones. I stopped her, stood up, and when I walked away from the stage, she said, "I'm gonna tell the manager you touched my pussy!" Stupid fucking bitch. You can ask customers to tip you, continually if you want to, but *they* decide when you get a tip, not you, and you sure as hell don't get to grab money out of someone's pocket. That's called theft.