I was at Jazz tonight, and I went into the restroom before I left. While I was in a stall, a woman was washing her hands, and another woman walked in. They both sounded excited to see each other, and I gathered they were former coworkers. One said, “Are you still working there?”, and the other answered, “No, I’m a little old for that… I have a straight job now.” They talked a little more, and one said, “Yeah, if gas prices keep going up, I”ll have to go back and pick up some dancing shifts again.”
Oh yeah, I was in the bathroom with two former strippers. And I gathered from their conversation that they used to “show it all” at Bazooka’s. Reminds me of the time I was in a dressing room and two strippers were next to me. For someone who doesn’t sell pasties and g-strings at a porn store anymore, I still run into my fair share of strippers.
Don’t you have a camera phone? C’mon!! Would you think of others for a change? GAH!!!
Some of us should be so lucky as you your hellishness.