The heat in Portland today is record-breaking and it’s all anyone can talk about. I worked for a few hours, but left early because it was just a little too hot to deal with all the perverts. All the girls had their hair up and were trying to move as slowly as possible.
Dancing as slowly as possible is a skill that I fine-tuned when working at a smaller bar. For example, if the bar was empty except for a single Korean War veteran tipping $1 per song, I would play a game with myself and see just how sloth-like I could dance. One time I mentioned this to the cook, and he was relieved that I had said something because he had noticed but thought that I was just in slow motion because he was stoned.