When you have a Labrador retriever, you never know WHAT kind of trouble he can get into.
I've never been in a strip club. Just saying. Many moons ago and before political correctness took over most workplaces, I worked at a place where there was one close by the facility. We were kind of out in the middle of no where and there wasn't much around in the way of decent dining establishments. The club was actually a high rent one, from the looks of the outside of the building and they had a full service restaurant inside. For the sake of discretion, I will call the place "Bouncing Betty's". Several of my colleagues would go there for lunch when they tired of eating microwaved leftovers from home in their "business casual" or at the greasy burger place. Never after work though, all them trotting off happily home. But they'd do lunch there. They were always back within the required lunch period, soda pop on their breath and smiling. I said "you go to a strip joint for lunch?" They said "the sandwiches are REALLY good! Uh, yeah.
You could always tell when someone went. You'd ask where they went to eat and they'd avert their eyes and say "uh. .mumble mumble diner". . but there would be glitter in their hair.
When he came in the next day, on his desk was a brown paper lunch bag on which was printed with a pen, the words "Bouncing Betty's To Go Lunch". Inside was a peanut butter sandwich, some glitter and, a G- string"
I have NO idea who put that there :-)
So, although I have no personal knowledge of what goes on in such places, there's not much my delicate (ahem) little ears haven't heard.
Which leads to my story, or rather, Barkley's story.
Barkley and I were hanging out with Midwest Chick when I set the purse down as I came into the house, a couple single dollar bills just slightly sticking out of the top, which I'd failed to close.
IN A FLASH, BARKLEY HAS SNAGGED A SINGLE BILL IN HIS TEETH AND RUNS OUT THE BACK DOOR.
Midwest Chick (excitedly) "He's got your DOLLAR! Where's he going ?"
Me (heavy sigh): "Oh Great - probably off to the strip club . . ."
When Midwest Chick and I quit laughing, the dollar and dog were rounded up, not too much the worse for wear, but then I had a sulking black lab..
But they told me I could get a private lab dance there!