- Oct 30, 2000
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I'm mostly ranting here after getting home late tonight. I apologize for any typos or bad grammar at this point but I'll try to keep it at a minimum. For the lazy asses, here are some cliffs.
<<<<CLIFFS: skip if you want some more details from my story.
1) Had a monthly award ceremony at work today.
2) After ceremony, got invited to Hooters for some more food and drinks.
3) Waitress was terrible at Hooters and only received 1 beer in 3 hours.
4) After Hooters got conned into going to strip club.
5) Grabbed some cash from ATM on way, figured to pay drinks with my card. Cash was for door and maybe 2 dances at most.
6) Waitress delivers me one beer. On the second beer tries to say that's my 5th. When I'm like, no it's not, she says yes it is, you are just f*cked up. I've only been in the club for 20 minutes.
7) Bartender agrees to take care of it. I order no more drinks and refuse that one. Get a tab at the end of the night for 5 drinks.
8) Basically get screwed over for 5 drinks when I drank one.
Okay, if you skipped the cliffs for a better story and my rant here it is.
Tonight was my company's monthly birthday party after work. It consists of handing out awards, cake, and sandwiches. Usually I skip the affair but since I've skipped it a few too many times, I felt obligated to come after a few extra "invites" by some other supervisors. for once, the party wasn't a complete bust as more than a few people stayed around after the "awards" and 10 minutes of make a dash for the food table to eat and run. Typically that is what happens, but a few other people stuck around tonight just chilling.
So I'm hanging around and some of the younger guys want to head over to hooters to catch the crappy Charger vs Raiders game and get some food and drinks. They head on ahead while I'm in a conversation, and I tell them I'll get there in a bit. About 8ish I get to Hooters to join them for the second half of the game and the Rutgers game as well. I order a beer and wait literally over an hour to get it. The waitress was new and terrible. She wasn't even cute so I was really just considering canceling my order so I wouldn't have to feel obligated for any tip at all. None was deserved for waiting over an hour for a beer no matter how new the person is, and when they are managing 3 tables with an mostly empty place. One of the other guys notices I haven't received anything and before I just call off my order or just walk out, he brings over the waitress and points out the mistake.
Of course I get fawned over with "I'm sooo sooo sooo sorry." and blah blah blah. I knew at this point I should have just said screw it and gone home. Why I didn't I can't tell yah.
I'm there for a couple more hours, and manage to down one more beer. I pay the gawd awful 5 or 6 bucks a beer price Hooters charges. I even tip a couple bucks despite my inclination not to tip anything. However, by this time, my spirits had picked up talking with friends and watching football, or the debacle of the games tonight. So as it gets a bit later conversation wanders a bit and for some odd reason people are talking about a strip club nearby that's new that they've heard of but never been too and is near where I live. If you live in Houston, Texas the place is called Joy's Dance and Sports Club of Houston. I'm mentioning the name now because this place sucks badly.
A few people at Hooters with me wanted to go and for some stupid reason I agreed. Knowing strip clubs, I stop on my way to grab $60 from an ATM for the door, maybe a dance or two, and I'll buy any drinks off my card.
I get to the place, and ONE other person ends up coming. The other guy, Joe, and I stand around outside waiting a bit for others to show. One by one, they call one of us, or we call them and find out they decided to head home. I should have done the same. I guess it was because I was there, and hadn't been to a strip club in almost a decade I figured, why the hell not.
So my friend Joe and I head in. The door price wasn't too bad at $8 each. Was figuring it to be $10 or more but that's fine. Get in there and the place is dead. About 10 other customers, 6 or 7 dancers, and 4 or 5 waitresses. Practically every waitress looked 10 times better than the dancers and the waitresses really were about average looking girls. "Bleh" was my first reaction. "Screw it," I thought because I paid my way in already. I'll have a drink see if maybe a better dancer is off in a corner or the dressing room changing that I haven't seen. So we sit at a table and instantly a couple of waitresses are on us. I'll give the waitresses credit, they were fast, attentive, and friendly. Not friendly in the illegal way, well maybe but I never got to that point, but in a normal way. My friend and I each other a beer. He pays cash for his and I start a tab. After opening the tab, they come out with a bunch of paperwork for you to print your name on and sign. "WTF?" was my reaction. Again, yet another red flag I ignored. Don't ask me why.
So, we get our beers and I start nursing mine while relaxing, watching some girls, and some highlights of ESPN on TV. My friend downs his a bit faster than mine and orders another and pays cash for his. A couple of fairly uglyish girls come up to us asking if we want dances. We both decline, and mange to spot a couple, "Okay" ones for strippers. Meaning, they look decent enough in low lights, and with alcohol, but in daylight we might run.
I finally finish a beer as the waitress comes over and asks me if I'm finally ready for another. Sh had asked me a few times "covertly" as I'm nursing that last fourth of the bottle. Anyhow, she runs off to bring me my second beer. She plunks it down and says, "That's $6.50."
I said, "Oh, I'm the one with the tab, my friend was the one paying cash. "
"Oh, I'm sorry I'll just put this one as well on your tab then."
For some reason that comment struck a cord and warning sirens in my head. I went ahead and said, "I'll probably will only have this second one then."
"That's your fifth sir."
Okay, I'm thinking to myself what the heck??? "Um no, this is my second," was my reply. "No, that's the fifth on your tab. Your friend has had 3 already."
"Uhh, my friend has been paying you cash in hand for all his drinks so far, I've just had one."
"Well, it's on your friend's tab anyway so just take it."
Umm, WHAT?!?!? is my internal reaction at this point.
"No, my friend has been paying cash for his drinks, he doesn't have a tab. I am the only one that has a tab open and I've only had one drink."
"Sir, that's your fifth, you are just f*cked up at this point and don't remember."
"Excuse me, but with a single drink, I severely doubt I've lost my sobriety nor lost my ability to count."
"Fine, wait right here sir."
She storms off with me looking dumbstruck at my friend. We were both at a loss for words at this point. About a minute later she shows up with someone else in tow who I thought at first was a manager but instead it turns out is the bartender as I found out later. I explain everything I said to the bartender that I've had a single drink over the course of an hour, that I'm completely sober, and that the waitress made a mistake. At this point I notice one of the nicer looking dancer heads over to my friend and sit in his lap.
The bartender says, I'll take care of it, just take the beer she is giving me now. I said, "No, I do not want any more drinks. I am a bit upset at this point and rather not take any more drinks." I should have just closed the tab, but I noticed my friend was actually enjoying himself with that stripper and for some reason I couldn't bring myself to make a big stink of the whole thing. the bartender says to me "Well, this beer is on me, just sit down, cheer up, and relax. I'm sorry about the misunderstanding, but we try to take good care of our customers."
I went ahead and sat back down at my table, and the waitress put the beer on it and took off. I never saw her again that night. I also never touched that second beer. My friend comes back from a lap dance from another booth area. After a bit he notices the drink, and I said he could have it as it was one on the house but I was pissed off enough I didn't want it. I tell him the part of the story he missed while enjoying his dance. He gets up and heads over to bar and brings me back a coke. Says to me, "If I'm drinking, you are going to have to drink something. Just sip on this till we leave."
From there on out, basically every girl in the place gave me the stink eye and ignored me. I was completely uncomfortable and the only reason I didn't just head out was my friend was at least enjoying himself.
So, 2 AM rolls around and it's the end of the night. We've been at the place since a almost midnight. The waitress, who had ignored me for the past hour, finally walks up to me with the tab. I check the price and notice it is for a retarded amount at $47.50 with 5 drinks marked on it.
GRRR, I'm now pissed at this point. Had I been ten years younger I would have been livid and irate enough to make a huge stink. Instead I calmly ask to speak to a manager. After telling him the story, he brings the bartender and waitress over. At this point the bartender completely lies and states, that I had that many drinks. WTF???? The manager says to me, in good favor I can take off a single drink which is $6.50.
Wait a second... HOLY MOLY...... I did the quick math in my head, and yes $6.50 a beer times 5 beers is NOT $47.50. I explain to the manager yet again I had a SINGLE beer and nothing else but a coke my friend got me which he paid cash for. Even if I had 5 drinks, $6.50 a beer isn't $47.50. to which the bar keep replied, but you had 3 premium drinks sir.
Three what????? Oh now I'm pissed. At this point I'm about ready to tear into the manager, waitress, and bartender. At which point "other" associates start drifting nearby. I notice it and take the hint. They are basically trying to rob me and I best pay up and get the hell out if I want to out at all. I pay the $41 bucks, get a copy of the receipt and leave with my friend.
Morale of the stroy is, NEVER EVER EVER go to Joy's gentleman's Club in Houston Texas. Also, if you do go into a place, always pay cash per drink. I've never had a problem using my card before until tonight. Yes, my dumb arse used my debit card as well so I can't dispute the charges like I could if I had used an actual credit card. So basically I got robbed.
I'm so pissed still, I've spent the last hour writing this crap up because I can't sleep. Argh. I hate strip clubs.
<<<<CLIFFS: skip if you want some more details from my story.
1) Had a monthly award ceremony at work today.
2) After ceremony, got invited to Hooters for some more food and drinks.
3) Waitress was terrible at Hooters and only received 1 beer in 3 hours.
4) After Hooters got conned into going to strip club.
5) Grabbed some cash from ATM on way, figured to pay drinks with my card. Cash was for door and maybe 2 dances at most.
6) Waitress delivers me one beer. On the second beer tries to say that's my 5th. When I'm like, no it's not, she says yes it is, you are just f*cked up. I've only been in the club for 20 minutes.
7) Bartender agrees to take care of it. I order no more drinks and refuse that one. Get a tab at the end of the night for 5 drinks.
8) Basically get screwed over for 5 drinks when I drank one.
Okay, if you skipped the cliffs for a better story and my rant here it is.
Tonight was my company's monthly birthday party after work. It consists of handing out awards, cake, and sandwiches. Usually I skip the affair but since I've skipped it a few too many times, I felt obligated to come after a few extra "invites" by some other supervisors. for once, the party wasn't a complete bust as more than a few people stayed around after the "awards" and 10 minutes of make a dash for the food table to eat and run. Typically that is what happens, but a few other people stuck around tonight just chilling.
So I'm hanging around and some of the younger guys want to head over to hooters to catch the crappy Charger vs Raiders game and get some food and drinks. They head on ahead while I'm in a conversation, and I tell them I'll get there in a bit. About 8ish I get to Hooters to join them for the second half of the game and the Rutgers game as well. I order a beer and wait literally over an hour to get it. The waitress was new and terrible. She wasn't even cute so I was really just considering canceling my order so I wouldn't have to feel obligated for any tip at all. None was deserved for waiting over an hour for a beer no matter how new the person is, and when they are managing 3 tables with an mostly empty place. One of the other guys notices I haven't received anything and before I just call off my order or just walk out, he brings over the waitress and points out the mistake.
Of course I get fawned over with "I'm sooo sooo sooo sorry." and blah blah blah. I knew at this point I should have just said screw it and gone home. Why I didn't I can't tell yah.
I'm there for a couple more hours, and manage to down one more beer. I pay the gawd awful 5 or 6 bucks a beer price Hooters charges. I even tip a couple bucks despite my inclination not to tip anything. However, by this time, my spirits had picked up talking with friends and watching football, or the debacle of the games tonight. So as it gets a bit later conversation wanders a bit and for some odd reason people are talking about a strip club nearby that's new that they've heard of but never been too and is near where I live. If you live in Houston, Texas the place is called Joy's Dance and Sports Club of Houston. I'm mentioning the name now because this place sucks badly.
A few people at Hooters with me wanted to go and for some stupid reason I agreed. Knowing strip clubs, I stop on my way to grab $60 from an ATM for the door, maybe a dance or two, and I'll buy any drinks off my card.
I get to the place, and ONE other person ends up coming. The other guy, Joe, and I stand around outside waiting a bit for others to show. One by one, they call one of us, or we call them and find out they decided to head home. I should have done the same. I guess it was because I was there, and hadn't been to a strip club in almost a decade I figured, why the hell not.
So my friend Joe and I head in. The door price wasn't too bad at $8 each. Was figuring it to be $10 or more but that's fine. Get in there and the place is dead. About 10 other customers, 6 or 7 dancers, and 4 or 5 waitresses. Practically every waitress looked 10 times better than the dancers and the waitresses really were about average looking girls. "Bleh" was my first reaction. "Screw it," I thought because I paid my way in already. I'll have a drink see if maybe a better dancer is off in a corner or the dressing room changing that I haven't seen. So we sit at a table and instantly a couple of waitresses are on us. I'll give the waitresses credit, they were fast, attentive, and friendly. Not friendly in the illegal way, well maybe but I never got to that point, but in a normal way. My friend and I each other a beer. He pays cash for his and I start a tab. After opening the tab, they come out with a bunch of paperwork for you to print your name on and sign. "WTF?" was my reaction. Again, yet another red flag I ignored. Don't ask me why.
So, we get our beers and I start nursing mine while relaxing, watching some girls, and some highlights of ESPN on TV. My friend downs his a bit faster than mine and orders another and pays cash for his. A couple of fairly uglyish girls come up to us asking if we want dances. We both decline, and mange to spot a couple, "Okay" ones for strippers. Meaning, they look decent enough in low lights, and with alcohol, but in daylight we might run.
I finally finish a beer as the waitress comes over and asks me if I'm finally ready for another. Sh had asked me a few times "covertly" as I'm nursing that last fourth of the bottle. Anyhow, she runs off to bring me my second beer. She plunks it down and says, "That's $6.50."
I said, "Oh, I'm the one with the tab, my friend was the one paying cash. "
"Oh, I'm sorry I'll just put this one as well on your tab then."
For some reason that comment struck a cord and warning sirens in my head. I went ahead and said, "I'll probably will only have this second one then."
"That's your fifth sir."
Okay, I'm thinking to myself what the heck??? "Um no, this is my second," was my reply. "No, that's the fifth on your tab. Your friend has had 3 already."
"Uhh, my friend has been paying you cash in hand for all his drinks so far, I've just had one."
"Well, it's on your friend's tab anyway so just take it."
Umm, WHAT?!?!? is my internal reaction at this point.
"No, my friend has been paying cash for his drinks, he doesn't have a tab. I am the only one that has a tab open and I've only had one drink."
"Sir, that's your fifth, you are just f*cked up at this point and don't remember."
"Excuse me, but with a single drink, I severely doubt I've lost my sobriety nor lost my ability to count."
"Fine, wait right here sir."
She storms off with me looking dumbstruck at my friend. We were both at a loss for words at this point. About a minute later she shows up with someone else in tow who I thought at first was a manager but instead it turns out is the bartender as I found out later. I explain everything I said to the bartender that I've had a single drink over the course of an hour, that I'm completely sober, and that the waitress made a mistake. At this point I notice one of the nicer looking dancer heads over to my friend and sit in his lap.
The bartender says, I'll take care of it, just take the beer she is giving me now. I said, "No, I do not want any more drinks. I am a bit upset at this point and rather not take any more drinks." I should have just closed the tab, but I noticed my friend was actually enjoying himself with that stripper and for some reason I couldn't bring myself to make a big stink of the whole thing. the bartender says to me "Well, this beer is on me, just sit down, cheer up, and relax. I'm sorry about the misunderstanding, but we try to take good care of our customers."
I went ahead and sat back down at my table, and the waitress put the beer on it and took off. I never saw her again that night. I also never touched that second beer. My friend comes back from a lap dance from another booth area. After a bit he notices the drink, and I said he could have it as it was one on the house but I was pissed off enough I didn't want it. I tell him the part of the story he missed while enjoying his dance. He gets up and heads over to bar and brings me back a coke. Says to me, "If I'm drinking, you are going to have to drink something. Just sip on this till we leave."
From there on out, basically every girl in the place gave me the stink eye and ignored me. I was completely uncomfortable and the only reason I didn't just head out was my friend was at least enjoying himself.
So, 2 AM rolls around and it's the end of the night. We've been at the place since a almost midnight. The waitress, who had ignored me for the past hour, finally walks up to me with the tab. I check the price and notice it is for a retarded amount at $47.50 with 5 drinks marked on it.
GRRR, I'm now pissed at this point. Had I been ten years younger I would have been livid and irate enough to make a huge stink. Instead I calmly ask to speak to a manager. After telling him the story, he brings the bartender and waitress over. At this point the bartender completely lies and states, that I had that many drinks. WTF???? The manager says to me, in good favor I can take off a single drink which is $6.50.
Wait a second... HOLY MOLY...... I did the quick math in my head, and yes $6.50 a beer times 5 beers is NOT $47.50. I explain to the manager yet again I had a SINGLE beer and nothing else but a coke my friend got me which he paid cash for. Even if I had 5 drinks, $6.50 a beer isn't $47.50. to which the bar keep replied, but you had 3 premium drinks sir.
Three what????? Oh now I'm pissed. At this point I'm about ready to tear into the manager, waitress, and bartender. At which point "other" associates start drifting nearby. I notice it and take the hint. They are basically trying to rob me and I best pay up and get the hell out if I want to out at all. I pay the $41 bucks, get a copy of the receipt and leave with my friend.
Morale of the stroy is, NEVER EVER EVER go to Joy's gentleman's Club in Houston Texas. Also, if you do go into a place, always pay cash per drink. I've never had a problem using my card before until tonight. Yes, my dumb arse used my debit card as well so I can't dispute the charges like I could if I had used an actual credit card. So basically I got robbed.
I'm so pissed still, I've spent the last hour writing this crap up because I can't sleep. Argh. I hate strip clubs.
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