School Bans Tag, Other Chase Games

[steverino]

THis does happen, especially when alcohol gets involved. My ex dislocated her knee and sprained her ankle in a stripping accident. Since strippers are independant contractors, liability is far more limited than it would be for kids in school or employees, though.

Now I know why they call you "ACE" !

Jeeze. I had assumed that the luvlees on the pole were protected by management who requires them to slither up and down the thing to ply their trade. May I ask you, Ace, how many strippers you think drink while they dance? I always assumed the overpriced "drinks" we saps would buy them were basically water.

 

[Ace_of_Sevens]

Now I know why they call you "ACE" !

Jeeze. I had assumed that the luvlees on the pole were protected by management who requires them to slither up and down the thing to ply their trade. May I ask you, Ace, how many strippers you think drink while they dance? I always assumed the overpriced "drinks" we saps would buy them were basically water.

(Continuing derail) That depends. In this case, most of the clubs around here don't serve alcohol and the main draw for talent is that this one does (and is only topless). Dancers would get quite angry if their drinks were watered down. In this case, the bartender had cut her off and she spent a long time bitching to me after work about how she hadn't been drunk and had only had four rum and cokes. The next day, she realized she'd walked around on a dislocated knee without noticing more than an hour and admitted she actually had had four that she could remember.

 

[Beerina]

Ya know, I went into a strip club in Germany with some buds fifteen years ago. While we watched the two overweight dancers dance in lockstep, Rockettes-style, to the theme from Love Boat, three girls came and sat down beside us. Why, sure, we'd buy them a drink.

Boy, they had expensive tastes, each buying a $35 glass of champaigne. Mine even hung with me long enough to buy a second one, which cleared out my wallet. Don't they realize how expensive that stuff is?

 

[luchog]

Today, I would not recommend some of the stunts we tried, even to professional stuntmen. Some of them were incredibly dangerous and utterly stupid. I kid you not, it was insane what we did at times. Johnny Knoxville is a pussy.

We survived, though. Not without bruises, though. And I sure as hell won't recommend it.

The group I used to hang out with ever got quite that extreme without our stunts, mostly stuff like bicycle jumping (off some pretty questionable ramps) and fast downhill racing, usually on dirt (lotsa rocks and stuff, and someone would usually lose control and crash). Plenty of tree-climbing stuff too.

But I'm surprised that there were no broken bones from some of our activities, though I do recall the occasional sprained ankle or wrist; and I ended up with a couple bruised ribs falling out of a tree. And we certainly wound up with our share of minor injuries. I do recall one incident at school involving a kid falling off of a large jungle gym and breaking a bone or two. The school put in a bunch of rubber padding after that one. And I had a couple lacerations that required stitches over the course of my first few years at school.

Nowadays, though, it seems like parents and lawsuit-phobic schools are doing far too much toward eliminating even the potential for minor injuries; and then wondering why their kids grow up to be lazy, couch-potato fatasses.

 

[luchog]

We don't have sidewalks. We have maniac drivers who ignore the fact that they are driving in a residential area with no sidewalks.

Everywhere has those. They certainly have them everywhere I've lived.

We also have maniac bicyclists (generally bike messengers, but not always) who ignore the fact that there are pedestrians on the sidewalks. When I'm riding, I tend to stick to the roads, despite the traffic. The sidewalks are just too uneven and likely to have broken glass and other unpleasant crap. And dodging obnoxious, oblivious pedestrians is never entertaining. (You know the sort, the kind that are too busy yakking on their cell phones to pay attention to where they are or where they're going. If they're not simply standing in the middle of the walkway blocking everything.)

 

[luchog]

Ya know, I went into a strip club in Germany with some buds fifteen years ago. While we watched the two overweight dancers dance in lockstep, Rockettes-style, to the theme from Love Boat, three girls came and sat down beside us. Why, sure, we'd buy them a drink.

Boy, they had expensive tastes, each buying a $35 glass of champaigne. Mine even hung with me long enough to buy a second one, which cleared out my wallet. Don't they realize how expensive that stuff is?

Most of the strip clubs in the US run a similar scam, whether they serve alcohol or not. When I went to one for the first time, oh so many years ago now, I had a friend who worked there as a dancer, and she warned me about all the little scams. In a lot of clubs, the dancers are expected to hustle the drinks, and may even have a minimum quota they're expected to make; and they never see a penny of it, it all goes to the bar. There was a lawsuit involving one of the big New York clubs because of this particular scam.