Poor Bob – IOTW Report

Poor Bob

male tourist

Bob, a middle-aged Canadian tourist on his first time in Lincoln, Nebraska, locates the red light district and enters a large brothel.
The madam asks him to be seated and sends over a young lady to entertain the client. They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she gasps and runs away!

Seeing this, the madam sends over a more experienced lady to entertain the gentleman. They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she screams, No!” and walks quickly away!

The madam is surprised that this ordinary looking man has asked for something so outrageous that her two girls will have nothing to do with it.
She decides that only her most experienced lady, Lola, will do. Lola looks a bit tired, but she has never said no and it doesn’t seem likely that anything would surprise her. So the madam sends her over to Bob.
They sit and talk, frolic a little, giggle a bit, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she screams, “NO WAY, BUDDY!” smacks him as hard as she can and literally runs away!

Madam is by now absolutely intrigued, having seen nothing like this in all her years of operating a brothel. She hasn’t done the bedroom work herself for a long time, but she did it for many years before she got into management. She’s sure she has said yes at one time or another to everything a man could possibly ask for. The challenge is irresistible.
She just has to find out what this man has wanted that has made her girls so angry. And she sees a chance she can’t pass up to show off to her employees how good she was at what they do.

So she goes over to Bob and says that she’s the best in the house and she is available. She sits and talks with him. They frolic a bit, giggle a bit, and drink a little, and she sits in his lap. And Bob leans forward and whispers in her ear, … “Can I pay in Canadian dollars?”

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h/t Michael Mc

16 Comments on Poor Bob

  1. He probably asked her if he could pay in Loonies and Toonies. Their dollar and two-dollar coins are so-called, because the dollar (pronounced: “doe-laar”) has a loon (the bird, eh) on it. The two dollar coin has Queenie and a bear on it, but to Canuks, it’s a two-nee, written “toonie”.

    Now ya know why them girls was scared, eh?

  2. In Michigan, especially near the border towns of Windsor or the “Soo”, Canadian coins are quite common. The denominations are the same as U.S. coins, and the exchange rates close enough that merchants on both sides spare them not a glance. I bought a donut in West Virginia and had a Canuck nickel in my change when I paid. The clerk wasn’t sure if she should even accept it.

  3. No longer, we have now the lesser value thanks to Obama, Bush, Nixon, Reagan, Carter, Clinton. Borrow until it’s worthless they have and no surprise, it’s fucking worthless. All of the money should have Obama on the front.

  4. Nothing wrong with accepting anything for payment.

    If you want to pay for my service with plastic toy coins and I accept them – that’s all that matters. Now paying my bank loan off with them is another matter. That would be my problem.

    People can have paid me in other ways than US money. Sometimes it’s a trade – not legal tender that I can buy groceries with or pay the light bill.

  5. I never said there was anything wrong with you personally accepting (or bartering) anything for your services. However, a clerk is working for an employer, and they don’t usually get to make those kind of decisions. Employers tend to prefer payment in Yankee dollars.

    🙂

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