Lately there’s been some hubbub about an “adult entertainment club” opening around here.
I’ve never been to one of those places.
Now there WAS that time I went to that “bookstore” on the south side of Albuquerque.
It was long ago and far away, I was a single guy in Albuquerque working a construction job in Belen. I carpooled with a guy I’ll call Ben. We worked the second shift.
One night the crew was sent home early. Ben was driving back to Albuquerque when he got off the interstate on the city’s south side.
“Where’re we going?” I asked.
“This bookstore,” he said. “They have a peep show.”
Ben went in. I waited in the car…for a bit. Then my curiosity overruled my … whatever … and soon I found myself in an itty-bitty room with a metal-covered window and a coin slot. I put a quarter in the slot.
Gears ground, the metal thingy rolled up to uncover a window that revealed a room with a lone dancer on pink shag carpet.
Well, that dancer was missing an awful lot of her clothes.
She danced over to my window and was gyrating this way and twisting that way.
I started to laugh. The whole thing was just flat-out funny to me.
The woman stopped dancing. She started laughing too; that made me laugh more.
The laughing dancer backed up to sit on the lone chair in the room. She missed and landed on the floor. She laughed more.
And then the metal thingy came down to cover the window.
I went outside and waited for Ben.
Minutes later he exited the store.
We got in his car.
“You made the dancer laugh, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, chuckling. “It was ridiculous. I’m in this creepy little room watching this dancer gyrate and shake on a pink shag carpet. It was funny. I reckon she thought I was funny too.”
“You’re weird,” said Ben.
Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life. Contact him at his blog: grantmcgeewrites.com.