Oh, man up for pete’s sake. You got smacked by a stripper.
And, what pray tell, was the good that might come from telling her this? Darwin award nominee!
He got off easy, in ‘64 I was in a bar in France with a bunch of other sailors when a girl stood up with a beer bottle in her hand and said to the sailor next to her in a very loud voice, “That’s what your sister charges!” She then broke the beer bottle over his head, I wondered as it shattered if it was real because he didn’t blink an eye. He slowly stood up straight, he was rail slim and about six feet tall with a thick head of black hair that would have made Elvis turn green with envy. He made a big show out of pulling a comb from his pocket and combing all that hair back into place and then sat back down and ordered another beer.