Jiffy Lube

There's an oil change place up the street from us that, on slow days, sends one of its guys out to the street with a big sign to advertise how there's no wait, reasonable prices, etc. I always feel sorry for those people, normally out in the heat or the wet, trying to drum up a little more business.

We also, oddly enough, have a strip club just down the street from us. I'm sure you can see where this is going.... Last week Rachel actually spotted one of the working girls in her stripper gear (short short shorts, lace top sort of thing - barely legal) on the street out front of Kahoots (home of the "lunch with a view!") letting people know that it was happy hour.

I'm not sure whether that meant two for one lap dances or what. But it was deeply, deeply strange.