The electrical crew had spent two weeks away from home, working long hours and staying in poky digs. The job had been a tough one but was eventually finished and passed. Foreman Dan, felt proud of his men. He looked at their tired faces. Even Tom who was almost 60 had done well.
“I want you all down the Blue Moon tonight,” Dan called out. “We're having a party.”
So, although very tired,that evening, all six of them trooped into the basement strip club called the Blue Moon. The club was crowded and scantily dressed waitresses paraded around serving drinks to patrons of all shapes and sizes. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. The air was thick with chinking glasses, chatter, smoke and seductive music.
Dan found a seat for Tom near the front and indicated to a special birthday treat for Tom. A busty stripper. She began her enticingly erotic routine in front of Tom, shedding her clothes and egging him on. Tom, however, just sat still.
“Hey Tom, want a drink?” someone yelled over to him.
The stripper nudged him and then stopped dancing. “ It's no good. I'm wasting my time,”she called. He's asleep!”