First day. On way to topless bar. Luckily, two coworkers had been to the bar previously, so there was no reason to be nervous. Right.

The bar sat along a road in what looks like a mostly industrial area, dotted with similar businesses, some inside strip malls, some standing alone. A diner here and there. A standalone bar sat at one corner. We park the car and get out. Our bags are filled with condoms and flyers. One co-worker is Nina, the other is Marie. We approach the entrance.

The doors swing out as we approach it, and a man in shirt sleeves, asphalt gray hair sweeping over his head, and wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He looks up and his and Nina’s eyes meet. A combination of ‘hi’ and ‘hello’ comes out of her mouth, while his lips sputter. He is looking down at the ground he scurries across and Nina and Marie and I make our way into the building.

Nina wears a stunned look. “Oh, my God,” she whispers to both of us. “That was my gynecologist.”