Did I Have a Hall Pass? at the Strip Club

So, I had a question. And the nearest club employee in sight was the mountain of bald humanity overwhelming a barstool next to the stage. A bouncer.

"Yeah, four eyes? What do you want?"

Four eyes? Are you fucking kidding me?

I'm 45 years old. No one has called me "four eyes" in more than 3 decades, if ever.

When I was fifteen that would have bothered me.

That night, surrounded by beautiful semi-naked strippers, I just laughed.

And gave the next stripper a bigger tip.

Revenge, my style.