Fishing for sweet you know what. Often lose, but sometimes you lose less badly

Dropped by a while back late in the week on a weekday, sometime in the early afternoon. As usual, the parking lot was maybe 20% filled, but it seemed like there were only 6-7 girls working on this particular visit.

Entered and paid my $11 plus some amount for the non-alcoholic beverage (might have this wrong, rarely pay attention to the price nowadays so long as it's under $20).

Some dancer was standing right by the bar, waiting to make a first-strike as soon as I got my beverage and change. Stuck to me like a barnacle on a ship's hull and followed me straight to my seat. Virtually all of these sorts of out-of-shape ladies never register in my mind for long- even if they force dialogue out of me, almost never remember their names (nor their faces).