I’m not a prostitute, chump
Last night, while waiting on the queue to get into Club 400 at the Fairmont, a man standing next to me asked, “How much?”
“How much what?” I asked back, thinking he was inquiring about the cover charge for the club.
“How much?” he asked again and pointed at me.
It was at that point that it dawned on me what he was talking about. I think my face turned all red as I turned to my husband who was oblivious to the whole exchange so I said to him, “This guy just asked me how much.” DB looked at the guy and told him, “This is my wife.”
They guy just gave DB a dopey smile and walked away.
I couldn’t believe it. He must have been really drunk as he wasn’t being discrete at all. Each time he repeated “How much,” pretty much everyone on line in front of and behind us heard him. The nerve of some people.
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it might be a bet, you know
You should ask him: What your wife would answer if my husband would ask her?( to shut his mouth)
A smack in the mouth can sometimes be the only appropriate response to some people…
I suppose wiser counsel should prevail. Next time point at his trousers, shake your head and say ‘Too little for chargee’…
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Totally agree with the comment above!
nice blog you have
I can only imagine how you feel. My wife pretty much doesn’t like going to clubs because of this (save Trader Vic’s.. but that’s not a club).
Hell, there would be days she would be coming back from work, suit, business bag, etc. and she would be walking down the street where cars would stop to ask, “how much?”
Un-@)#(!@ing-believable.
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omg.
i don’t know what to say.
oh my GOD!