Week 10

Here is the recap of week 10's community service. Wednesday started out rough. First set on stage first shift of the week and I had to yell at an idiot to stop looking at me and stop talking shit. This particular predator has been coming in since I started at the club. He used to come in with a sad looking girlfriend and just sit at the end of the bar, down one beer after another and stare at us, the girlfriend kind of just sitting there patiently waiting to leave. I would always give her kind eyes and glare at him. His attitude sucks. Then he started coming in with another girlfriend. And repeat what he did with the first. Poor girlfriends. And then he became friendly with the owner of the club, so he would come in a lot and sit and talk to her for hours and drink for free. Somehow he thinks that he is El Jefe or something, I don't know why. He is super gross and extremely annoying, does not spend a dollar on the girls, gets way too intoxicated, acts aggressive with the customers in the club and acts inappropriate with the dancers that are foolish enough to spend more than one minute on him. He was in there from the beginning of the night until the end, pathetic idiot. 
Anyhow.....one guy remembered me from last time he was in there about a year or so ago. I vaguely recalled him. He said that I am just amazing and so talented. Ehhhhh ok. Yes yes very talented I know. I do as little as possible and move slow like a sloth. And the he said that our little club is his favorite place to be in the world and that he think it is just so much fun and wholesome. That was cute. He was nice, normal and well behaved. Thank You for acting normal. Normal behavior is almost rare nowadays. We have a new sign up. 

Then we had another painfully slow Friday. I felt warm and then I was freezing. The club was cold. Again.
A guy that attended last week's Fisher Poets Gathering event was in. So I asked him to write a poem about us. And he did! The Fisher Poets Gathering has been going on since 1998, it is a thing.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fisher_Poets_Gathering

So sweet! We need more poems about us.
Later on in the evening a drunk disheveled lady with Theresa Caputo hair stared at me and loudly declared "she is old" and then she cackle laughed. I paid her no attention but I told the bartender that if she decides to say anything else about me I will throw my eight inch heel on her and knock the wig off her head. I might be old but I am not ugly. AND LISTEN UP, I have worked with all kinds of dancers ranging from 18 to 60 plus. Ranging from super skinny to large. I would NEVER EVER go in to a strip club as a visitor/customer, look at the girls and loudly talk about them. This club attracts the worst gutter dwellers. If I could find a club in the area with strictly NO touching I would happily go there. Like tomorrow. 
The worst thing about this club is the type of customers that come in, so many, TOO MANY, of them are the most annoying simple minded idiots. And then this boy came in that only comes in for me. I call him boy because he is like 23, nice and he is actually good looking. Which is a bonus because that is rare as well. He said that that if I am not in there he will walk out.
I guess he doesn't think that I am old.
In fact, if I could figure out something else to do that is NOT soul crushing I would no longer dance. Because the idiots are not worth even me breathing in their direction.