Hit Danny's right at 10 pm...

Hit Danny's right at 10 pm Saturday. Not surprised to see the usual crowd -- very surprised to see a gentleman in full Confederate regalia, decorations, even a white cotton kit-bag over one shoulder. (Also guys in Huck Finn hats, but that's more common ...) I was kind of impressed with the line-up. About ten girls working, most in the 6 to 7 range, a few 8s (although by Jackson standards for strippers, you'd have to call them nearly top-tier; Babes alone has better). I kept getting hassled by one bitch who came past me after having done her stage-set (when I did not tip her because I found her unattractive). She was flapping her bikini bottom at me.It said "pat the kitty" or something. I smiled and made a funny joke about "nice pussy" but then she asked, "got a dollar for me." I refused (politely) and smiled, turned back to my drink. She leaned over and said, again, "Would you give me a dollar for my dancing?" and I said, again politely, "Not this time, thanks" or something similar. "Give me a dollar" she demanded. I explained (realize I did not raise my voice or in any way act offensive), "I'd rather not." She asked again. "If you ask again I will walk straight out of the club" I explained. She replied "I don't give a goddamn rats ass where the fuck you go so walk fucking out you asshole ..." blah blah. So I did. I tried to explain it to the house mom at the desk, but she's always so stoned she can't hear you or respond to you, so I told the bouncers at the door. But they were busy double-checking me, making sure I left, writing down my license plate, treating me like scum, because the dancer had reported me as a "problem" customer. Typical Danny's treatment, assume the stoned bitchy ugly pushy dancer is right and get rid of the paying customers however you can. Go to Babe's, like I did.