Rush Hour Detour

I was in the area and needed a place to wait out rush hour traffic. Since I hadn’t been to Carl’s in a longtime I figured I’d make it the place. The parking lot was pretty empty due to it being late afternoon. I’ve been there at night and had to park on the street or around the block.

Once inside I headed straight to the long bar to the right. I sat at the far left close to the tables where the dances happen. I got a bottle of Miller from the older white bartender for $4. No cover. Behind me was a bunch of pool tables. The upstairs area was closed.

I sat at the bar watching ESPN nursing my beer. Eventually I turned around to survey the talent. Maybe four overweight youngish Hispanic women and one older overweight white woman. All wearing pantyhose that looked harder to get into than MIT. One of the Hispanic dancers came up and asked if I wanted to dance. “Cmon baby just one.” I told her maybe later and sent her on her way.