I'm walking into a bar or restaurant, perhaps the Sports Page over by Washington Square, with group of three or four people, I think female, I think younger, probably family. One of them is asking about strip bars, and another refers the question to me, with something like "Fritz went to a strip bar once". I answer "well, more than once actually".

Whatever the question was, I start to formulate an answer based on "there are three ways you interact with the stripper in the strip bar: on the stage, at your table, or in a private dance", but we're being ushered to a table, our conversation goes a different direction, and I never get to explain. I feel a little bit like I was robbed of the chance to speak.