Last night was like the freaking twilight zone at work. Of course it was Cinco de Mayo so I was celebrating with patron like the rest of the girls. There was hardly any custys and 20 girls and for some reason management kept sending girls home and fining them for no reason. Then Mr. Wonderful comes in and starts to talk to me. I think "great, maybe I'll get one dance tonight from this fellow". Oh Mr. Wonderful thinks it's a great idea to take out a $100 bill rip it in half and put his phone # on my half and says "when you call me you can have the other half". I was fuming. How degrading was that? So I rip up the $100 in his face and say "hey, we both lose." Made me feel good, but I was ruined for the rest of the night. Damn tequila didn't help either. The guy ended up giving the bouncer the other half and, yes I picked the pieces off the ground after he left and we pieced it together with tape. I got the $100 but I didn't want it anymore. I guess I'm weird.



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Good for you!!


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