Disappointing evening shift turnover

Here's my strategy: arrive at 6:50 pm, pay six bucks, eat comped dinner, and let the daytime dumpies finish their shift. No sooner have you finished supper than the Friday night lights dancers show up. Woo hoo? Not quite.

While the Friday night ladies were a step above the daytime dumpies, it wasn't the usual multiple steps up. I could live with this in the high mileage Baltimore clubs where I thrive, but that's because everything is on the menu. But you're bringin' me 6's in a mid mileage club? No jizz, no biz.

I'll get my quaint mid mileage on if they're throwin' eights. I'll just stay for the pretty ladies and occasional over the pants caress. But in this situation? I sized up the scene, knew there wouldn't be FS, and moved on.