Although this brings to mind the time I was 27. I was newly married (like weeks married.) I was a new supervisor in my company. Our company had a golf tournament and afterwards many of the senior managers thought it would be good to go to the local strip club for a beer afterwards—very male bonding. Clearly this was before the women’s movement hit the construction end of our company.
I stroll in behind my boss, his boss, and a couple of VPs.
Out of the corner of my eye comes running my best man’s sister, who was a stripper/bartender there. She comes across the floor yelling my name (I had not seen her in several years.) She throws her arms around me and I swing her around. She starts giving me kisses on the cheeks and telling me how happy she is at getting married.
I knew she was a stripper, but I did not know she worked there.
I stood there bright red. I thought my career was over.
She bought the group a round, and spent the next couple of hours sucking up to my bosses.
I left there kind of a rock star.
That stuff hardly ever happens any more.
Too funny!