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Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Yez. The premium you paid for the beer and hopefully her wages should account for the "extra" you received waiting for the beer. Presumably the naked, dancing breasts draw people to pick up beer there, as opposed to a clothed, undancing breasticle joint.
A couple of dollars would have been plenty. How long does it take to get a 12 pack ready?
TM
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I would gladly pay a little extra for this service at the Mobil station across the street.
Summer after 1L, I clerked in Charleston, WV (hey, it paid). One night after events at our respective firms, I met up downtown with one of my friends from law school. After a little hemming and hawing (when in Rome) about what to do, we ended up in a little stripjoint. It was a seedy little place - we felt a little conspicuous in our cute little 1L business suits and because the only other people in the place were the bartender and the dancer.
It was a cash only place and we had about $15 between us. We bought a couple of beers, served to us in unopened cans, and contributed enough money to the "juke box" to pay for three onstage dances. The dancer was cute enough except for her stereotypically West Virginian teeth and was quite enthusiastic. The few remaining dollars were quickly disbursed as tips.
At the end of the second song, I sheepishly informed the dancer that we didn't have any more money for tips and that she really didn't have to dance any more. "That's allright. Y'all paid for 3 dances and y'all are going to get 3 dances."
And we did. She continued dancing through the third song all the way to such full frontal hilllbilly glory that really revved the motor of the old General Lee. I was astonished. You just don't see that kind of professionalism in the service industries any more.
