Well That Explains Alot...

Let me preface this by saying that I do not frequent strip joints on a regular basis...

...But about two years ago, after a rough night at work I found myself in our local dive. I was feeling tired, numb, and lonely, having been recently single, and wanted company. From behind the dark curtain of oddly flashing strobe lights, a scantily clad beauty came up to my seat and asked those oh-too-common words: "Want a dance?" I let this tiny brunette lead my by the hand to the back room where she commenced the festivities. Being fairly new to the strip club scene, I made the mistake of attempting conversation with the gal now gyrating in my lap. It went a little something like this:

BBM: I just got off-duty
Stripper: Oh, that's so hot, I love a man in uniform! Are you a cop?"
BBM; Nope, I'm an EMT.

I watched in utter fascination as a look of complete confusion swept over her makeup-laden face.

Stripper: An EM-what?
BBM: Ambulance man. I help hurt people.

The song ended, she got up and I left shaking my head. So THAT'S why she's a stripper...