Grar to all the creepy as shit guys who come in, stare like it's free, and don't tip after a dance. I was sitting at the bar early on in the day when a creepy fucker and his friend offered me a drink. Being as I'm recovering from food poisoning, I chose ginger ale, which they gave me shit about (what? no alcohol?). A few minutes later, slidy shorts man asked me for a dance. I obliged, but I have to say, WTF is up with the fucking slidy shorts and no underwear?! I can understand the slidy pants. Still creepy, but at least they don't move that much, but slidy shorts?! I hardly even touched him and they started riding up.
He was also one of those who wanted to touch, and apparently "no" was not one of the english words he understood, or chose to understand. I didn't even ask for another dance due to the creepiness. At the end, he stalled about paying me, then made a big show of reaching for his wallet, fanning out the bills inside so I could see he had at least $300. Then he counted out the ones to pay me. No. Fucking. Tip. He was even rubbing the ones together to make sure he didn't give me any more than was absolutely necessary.
The rest of the day was guys just like him. Carpet-starers, tip-line pervs, drunken morons in the pit yelling at me. Urge to kill... rising....



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