“Whatever you are, be a good one,” I reminded myself as ladies clad in thongs alone strutted, bounced and swiveled beneath the flashing lights. I tried not to judge. In another life, that could me scampering up the pole.
The reporter in me wanted to know these anonymous beauties’ backstories: what were their childhood dreams? What their family and friends think about their places of employment? Who are they outside of the strip club, when they are off-duty and clothed? (more…)
“You’re treating, right?” I asked with caution. The words awkwardly tumbled from my lips. It’s a question I have never had to ask a guy before. It was always assumed, implied in his request for an evening on the town. But with this guy, things were different. (more…)
Perhaps, I’ve seen one Law & Order episode too many. But while waiting on the downtown corner for the red light to change, the black luxury car pulling up at the intersection sent chills up my spine. I glanced its way as the driver beckoned a young, black girl to the window, asking for directions. As she offered him her version of the best route to the freeway, he interrupted and said something that made her giggle and say thank you.
“Because I don’t know you,” she responded coyly when he offered her a ride. (more…)
I strained to catch the recruiter’s words as he rattled off the list of do’s and don’ts for the interview. White or pastel button-downs only: No loud colors. Suits must be black, gray or navy. Pinstripes were banned. For women, absolutely no pantsuits, he continued. Skirts only. Apparently, in Texas, women in pantsuits aren’t taking seriously. He followed with mandates regarding hair: Absolutely no braids or twists, he bellowed, as he surveyed the room. (more…)
Dip. Roll. Shake. Drop. Flip. And Repeat. This was the dance of the shrimp last night as I coated each little critter and fried it to a golden crisp. Cooking has never been my thing. Rerun childhood episodes of teachers sneering, “What’s cooking, Cook?” will do that to you. (Eyeroll.) Cooks certainly isn’t the world’s worst last name, but it does come with high expectations.
Disgust swept across her face as she eyed the tiny sticker.
“I bought this shirt two weeks ago at full-price,” the raven-haired beauty stated to no one in particular, her words laced with hints of Spanish.
Burger King abandoned its attempts to appeal to the general public years ago. Seeking to carve out a unique niche in the burger market, the company has invested all of its eggs in targeting males between the ages of 16 and 25.
