As obvious as this may sound, when a shit ton of liquor is involved in any situation, you can never predict how a human will behave. And that, my friends, is the real price of going to a strip club. For reasons unknown to me, strippers hate cell phones. I learned this the hard way during my second experience at a strip club. Inattention is a nasty cologne to wear in a club. Words were exchanged, pushes followed and, before too long, an ill-advised fight had broken out.
However, like with any establishment with a predetermined set of customers, strip clubs set their own rules that need to be observed and respected.
5 Things You Should Never Do in a Strip Club
Side note about the women on the poles: Strip clubs are at the backbone of the American economy along with eternal industries such as water, electricity, health care and, not to be morbid, funeral homes. The Ray Lewis-looking type dude who tackled the poor stripper may or may not have gotten arrested. Although most clubs have poor Internet connection, a stealthy cameraman could still get some good footage and have it on YouTube by the end of the night. Inattention is a nasty cologne to wear in a club. And, coupled with the chaos that was going on no more than 25 feet away in my group, the bouncers had no choice but to use a little bit of force before eventually kicking all our asses to the curb. Luckily, this time around, everybody had money.