The appeal of the strip club was fading. It was so bright, new and shiny at first, but now we had been there for an hour and it was losing it's varnish. We needed what we came for. So I turned to my left and found, surprise! a stripper standing there. And she was the real cute kind that makes you want to ask "Oh, darlin'...why? What are you doing here?" but of course it's completely inappropriate to ask that sort of a question. But I did ask when the show would be going on. She had no idea what I was talking about until I was brought to the point of vocalizing the word midgets. Then she went to ask the DJ. She came back very quickly and said ten minutes. Righteous. She even led us up to front row seats on the mainstage.
Sometimes you eat the bar...
A story of small people, two-dollar bills and topless donut shops.