Potholes and stripper inflation

I haven’t been to Hank’s in months and today was a sloppy thawing Michigan February day. I parked my car in the pothole-laden area they call a parking lot, and beware of at least 1 crater that might swallow your tire whole! After parking and paying the standard $5 cover, I got a table to the right of the entrance along side a side stage. I ordered a Bud light from a friendly blond waitress and looked around. It was pretty dimly lit and had a dive bar feel, exactly as I remembered it. I recognized one of the four girls working as S****a and said hello to her. I have only sampled her in the VIP once, but it was a good time, so she might be the one I take in back today for a few dances. The other 3 girls working are already attached to their regulars, apparently. S****a is early 30s, dark hair, natural medium up top with a curvy bottom, a solid 7+. Her performance last time was all covered and she had a relatively open menu.

I tipped her onstage and she stopped by after her set. She didn’t remember me, but that’s ok. Let me tell you that stripper-inflation is real, because she quoted me $$ for a short VIP visit. I negotiated to no avail. That was the going rate today, apparently and I wasn’t prepared to part with two Benjamins to have a little fun.

So, I drank my beer, enjoyed seeing all 4 girls on stage for a set and then decided it was time to go to Bogarts to see if I can get a cheaper trip to the VIP. I left Hank’s to find I had a flat tire on the front passenger side. I thought for sure it was the pothole. I changed my tire, put on the tiny spare tire and went off to Belle Tire. As it turns out, I had a nail in my tire. So, it may not have been the potholes at Hank’s that got my tire, but their parking lot really needs some work!