| Date: 10/19/1999 6:48pm |
Name: KaylaHT |
| Subject: RE: Armand rambles on |
[bragante]-->I hate it when...
...a when the guy next to me at the tip rail asks "Are they real?" No they're figments of your fuck'n imagination asshole.
...dancers tell me a new life story every time you talk to them. Is it to hard that to keep your lies straight, you're all college students right?
...waitresses bust my balls over a 12 dollar soda. I just spent 2 bills on lap dances, I think she's got the money for a fuck'n bottle of water.
...dancers are always nicer to there customers then they are to there boyfriends. I guess that my fault, but a word of advise to those who haven't made that mistake yet. Never go from customer to boyfriend, it's just not worth it.
[Kayla]----> Yes, boyfriends get worse treatment because they loose the quid pro quo factor. So it becomes a contest of "what have you done for me lately".
OK, I got to got. Next time, love not hate.
[Kayla]--> I hate it when....
Guys post on TUSCL about how bad Hawaii Theater is just because sometimes the customer level is low. They don't realize that those who come in spend money and we are still doing fine. Besides with our lap dances' nasty factor do you really want an audience?
When the girls all sit in a row AWAY from the customers.
When the room is packed full of guys on Friday night and they are all 18 with no money. They stay ALL night long, have no money, and keep the occupancy too high to admit spending customers.
When a guy says, "come back later for a lap dance", when he really means "No". I have to keep going back all night or all day long to see if he is ready.
When guys try to negotiate for a nastier lap dance by paying the same price as a normal lap dance.
I am sure there are more but that is all I can think of. |
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