Some work friends and I went on a happy hour. The guys had been talking about how they had to take their clients to strip joints. I said I'd never been to one before, so we got into a cab and went to Scarlett's as a dare. The girl behind the counter was in a glass box and said, "It's $20," and I told her, "It's just a dare," and she said, "Dare or not--it's 20 bucks." We had like seven or eight people, and we weren't going to spend $150 for a dare. So we ended up here. They were having a pool table dance contest. I figured if I couldn't see the strippers I would imagine how it was done. Myself and this other young lady, Laurie, got up on the pool table and pretended to strip. Of course we won--a bottle of champagne. We figured it was because we had picked up the stripper moves by osmosis from our five minutes in the lobby of the infamous Scarlett's. I have yet to go to a strip club--I can't get anyone to go with me. I want to go so I can improve my moves and come back and win another bottle of champagne--or something even better, like cold, hard cash.
--Michele Culp, small-business consultant