I don't have a story in the same spirit, but there is this one:
One time I sat down with these two 50-something, wealthy business men from a very well-to-do part of my town. They asked how I was and I said, "Pretty good. Life's been a little screwed up lately, but I've got my head up" (with a big smile). One of them said, "Imagine that--a screwed up stripper!!" They both cackled wildly. I almost left right then but tried to salvage it by laying on my "i'm smart and different from all the other girls'" type of hustle. Well, now I know that never works. One of them said, "You know, you sound like you've actually got two brain cells to rub together. You should go to college and get a degree and actually try to do something with yourself." I just got right up and walked away.
I happened to be at the cashier's desk when they left. The biggest asshole started to reach in his pocket and said, "Here, I'm sorry I offended you, please accept this..." I had made up my mind that whatever denomination it was I was going to hand it back to him. It was a one dollar bill!!! So, I had no problem handing it back. He tried to "insist" that I take it. I shoved it into his chest and my doorman said, "Sir, take your dollar and please leave the club."

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