As soon as I brought a guy back for a dance, he said he had to adjust his gun. I decided not to dance for him. He claimed he was a cop, but I obviously couldn't take his word for it. I told the bouncer, but I had to go on stage immediately afterwards. In the meantime, before the bouncer could get to him, the guy is watching me, and keeps standing up and messing with his pockets. I couldn't stop thinking about how easy it would have been for him to shoot me. At this point I really bug out, leave in the middle of my set, and proceed to cry in the dressing room because my job shouldn't cause me so much fear. I felt so vulnerable being topless on a raised stage with nothing to hide behind and I couldn't stop imagining it. While I'm still backstage, the bouncer lets me know that the guy had put it in his car.
I didn't really think he would actually shoot me, but in the moment I was terrified. Since I was bugging out uncontrollably, I told my boss about the situation and how I was more or less incapacitated to work, and she responded nicely that I had to stay. I took it in stride, but only came out when he left.
Some of the girls noticed I was really distressed, and looked at me like I was crazy when I told them why. My boyfriend who used to work in casinos was also nonplussed. I work in an area where it's very rare for people to own guns in the first place (I've never touched one) and and I was surprised that this was their attitude. So, am I weird? I mean, I wouldn't expect people to panic (I have anxiety problems) but I mean, how could they not be a little unsettled if this happened to them? Was I being a ridiculous drama queen? I want this cleared up.



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