Sunday ain't a funday

Sun afternoon. $9.50 cover and $6 Fiji water. Wait staff was nice. They had the Texans game on and a free basic buffet of hotdogs, nachos, and burgers. Lighting was darker than usual. About 10 girls working. Mostly mom bods. One girl was tall, athletic, and skinny. She came over and rubbed my back and arms, and made some small talk. She seemed nice so I agreed to a dance. It was the lamest dance I've ever had. She wiggled a bit like a fish out of water. Actually, it was closer to a handshake that felt like a dead fish. She did have an amazing body though so I guess she saves all her energy for the gym instead of dances. She kept going when the song stopped after a minute and a half. I swear, the songs keep getting shorter here and they were already short to begin with. Guys, make sure you agree to just one song before you begin the dance. Else, you will end up learning a very expensive lesson. I left soon after. Honestly, now I remember why I don't go to clubs as much anymore. Just not worth it.