I never made it in the...

I never made it in the club. As we entered we were asked to empty our pockets. I reluctantly complied, having never been asked that at clubs around the country. I had an old Nokia cellphone I've never used as a camera but they wouldn't allow it. OK. Then the bouncer wanted to wand me. OK. Then he patted me down. I'd flown into the area earlier in the day and the TSA did not pat me down. Figure I'd put up with it to see dancers. But the next station included signing a one page form membership agreement. OMG. I'm a lawyer and am certain like most printed form agreements it would be untenable. I left in a huff. ALL THIS NOT TO TOUCH DANCERS. I'll try another area club tonight. In San Francisco you pay your cover and walk right in.