If there’s a state of mass confusion, Scurvy Jane lives there. For someone who’s so sure of herself, she sure isn’t very sure of herself and that’s for sure. Thirsty Dave took her out for a Mexican meal. As she reached the restaurant, she read a sign in the window. Before she read the sign, she was sure she wasn’t a prostitute but after reading it, she was unsure. Thank god they had friendly security guards to sort it out for her:
HA HA HA HA!!! I can hear the conversation, “Hmm, I’m not sure if I’m a prostitute, does cheap whore apply??” Too funny Bill!
What about “skank who spreads it around for free?”
As opposed to “high-class, expensive hooker!”
I don’t think the security guards would be able to recognize the high-class, expensive ones. On the other hand, the high-class, expensive ones probably wouldn’t be hanging out at Zapata’s Mexican Cantina.
As long as the friendly security guards can do their job, I’m sure they’ll be happy!
I bet they have a waiting list for their security guard positions! Just the prostitute-detection training would be invaluable.
The word on the street is that they’re on a working on a prostitute detection app!
I am blown away by the generosity of this cantina to help patrons decide if they are prostitutes or not. Such a community minded restaurant.
I know, it’s service like that, that makes me want to go back for more.