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As the overnight cab driver in Boulder, I'd often get dispatched to The BusStop, "that strip club north of town" to pick up girls after their shift and bring them home*. I'd often have to wait for them to change into street clothes, or reconcile their tips with the management, or whatever, and the "maître d'hôtel" (i.e., bouncers) would always ask if I wanted something to eat while I waited. Damned good hamburgers, brushed with a trifle of garlic butter, and from what I could tell, the finest cuts of beef. Good fries, too.
The girls seemed to be of a nice decent sort... most of them were college students and just making their tuition and living expenses.
Funny thing is the first time I got dispatched to "the Bus Stop" to pick up "June Bug" or "Shantell," or whoever, I asked the dispatcher "which bus stop and how would I recognize 'June Bug' or 'Shantell,'" or whoever.
He told me to ask the bouncer for them, and that confused me even more. Bouncer? What do you mean, bouncer?
He patiently and paternally explained over the air that the "bus stop" was that place north of town. Naïve little me! It took a while for the ribbing over that to die down.
Don't know if it's all the same nowadays, but the place has been in business for a looooong time. I figure if they've been around that long, it must be pretty legit.
Terry
* Sometimes two, rarely, three at a time. That was always interesting because their conversations usually took place as if the cab driver (me) didn't exist. Where's the "Ooo-la-la" emoticon?