Murphy’s Law’s recent post on a stripper fight in Wisconsin dredged up a memory.
Oshkosh, WI, around 1971, had the Kit Cat Club, home to the raunchiest shows I’ve ever seen, and the embarrassment of a runty racist.
We were attending the annual marketing meeting. Eisenhower dollars had just be released. The PR folks had a bunch that they wanted us to use as the “Official Meeting Money”. The goal was to see what impact our meeting had on the economy of Oshkosh.
Jiggle joints weren’t big in my life, but being one of the guys was. A group of us found ourselves at the joint. The women working there were intrigued with the Eisenhower dollars and set out to separate us from as many as possible.
One of our group was a runty little weasel who hated blacks. A fine, tall, and buxom Nubian lass was hustling “Carl” and I. We explained we weren’t interested, but pointed out the weasel. We explained he was newly married, missing his bride, and could use some attention. She walked over, grabbed the weasel’s against her ample bare (and sweaty) bosom, and gave him a little rub. His adverse reaction got him a long and vigorous facial; in fact, his feet were off the ground and his limbs were flailing about. After escaping, he decamped. Aside from the laughs, we benefited by not having him speak to us, unless a business necessity, for months. Of course, the lass earned herself a very large tip. Good times. And a good Wisconsin stripper story.