So it was dead at work today due to the hurricane-induced storm. I swear customers are dry clean only. Heh.
But anyways... A guy came up and tipped me a $10. I really didnt notice it until I was taking it off of my thong after the set and realized what it was. I went over to him and thanked him, and asked him if he had given it to me instead of a $1... as a mistake?
Turns out he had, and he thanked me for even bothering to check with him. He told me to keep it and for the rest of his time there he tipped me all $5s. Before he left he pulled me aside and said:
"You know, call me a cynic after so many years in clubs like this... but I am shocked that you checked with me about the ten. I no longer think that dancers would be that nice. Thank you. You've restored my faith in strippers."
Go us, the scale of doubt and stereotypes is tilting in our favor... Slowly, but it is. Every moment like this counts![]()



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I've had a guy actually try to reach back into my garter after slipping a bill in. Rather insulting if you ask me, and smacks of that oh-so-despicable bait and switch routine.
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