A Swing And A Miss

So I stopped in at The Geriatric Handy Factory the other day because I was in the area and needed to destroy my self-esteem. As @TheSingularity noted in his review, the bathroom is awful, with a nonfunctional toilet, though at least it didn’t stink as badly as he mentioned. The rest of the place was its usual shabby self.

I had called ahead to see who was on the schedule and the lineup was interesting. Unfortunately, when I arrived there was perhaps five ”girls” hanging around. Thinking there might be more in the back, I decided to wait it out and see who appeared. 30 minutes in and it was still the same five. I overheard the bartender complaining to someone that “half these girls can’t be bothered to show up” so I knew my choices were limited at best. At least the dollar parade was minimal, so there’s that.

Mercedes, possibly the youngest and best looking woman there (she knows it, and charges accordingly) approached me. I told her that while I was interested, I wasn’t going to spend more than $X with her, and she said that was okay. After the first song she started listing her upcharges including for standard PH service, and I called it after two songs, reminding her that I told her in advance what I was willing to spend and that this menu wasn’t on the agenda. For what she charges more power to her, but the same money buys me an hour of a fun with an escort in comfort.