Not worth the risk

First trip to a strip club since corona. I was hesitant... for good reason.

Walked in and to my surprise, I was the only person wearing a mask. Normally my response to this would be to stuff my own mask Into my pocket, but the clientele present didn’t instill that sort of confidence: They seemed like people with a history of poor choices. I’m not necessarily wealthy but my guess is, I was the richest cat in the joint the day.

The place hadn’t changed any since February. Bathroom was still just as disgusting. It was about 5 pm and I only saw two dancers. Slender Caucasians in their mid twenties. One was on stage. One was walking around chatting it up getting her ass grabbed, laughing, as if it were 2019.

No cover though.

About thirty patrons: gnarled seniors and trucker types. In their finest house attire.