Sending the Stripper into the men's room

[Namb]

A loong, loong time ago (Early 1970's) in a galaxy far, far away (Tampa, FL), things were not as "politically correct" as they are now. There was a time when Officer Clubs has stag bars. Technically speaking, the stag bar was for officers only, no spouses. I've never heard of a female officer being in one. The one at my home base was rather tame: other than smoking, drinking, high-stake gambling and the occasional porn film on the projector, not much went on there.

We also build a bar, stocked with beer, in our squadron building for apres flight purposes. Things were a bit different back then.

One of the bigger bases actually hired strippers for their stag bar.

This was about the time the Air Force went to nomex flight suits. They had a pocket on the inside of the left thigh that was sewn on. It's purpose was to hold a survival knife. The thing among aircrews was to grab the pocket of another airman, and rip the pocket off. This was the cause of many a broken finger.

A squadron mate of mine had his ripped off one night as we were sitting at a table enjoying the show.

During the break, I got up to go to the head. Apparently my squadron mates thought it would be a good idea to talk one of the strippers to come in after me. She had the knife pocket in her hand and said, "Does this belong to you?" Zipping up my fly, I backed away from the urinal, faced her and pointed to my crotch. I said, "No ma'am, I still have mine."

She left and I left. Nothing was said as I got back to the table.