In Omaha......The Smoke Pit. YUM!
Originally Posted by MsElena
I remember my dad taking me there when I was a kid. The wrestling matches had just got out, and he was jonesing for some late night post-rasslin' Q.
Outside, a couple of heavy black ladies were strolling the sidewalk in feather boas and "jelly" shoes. I remember asking, "Dad... are those ladies, um... ?" and him saying, "Yes, son. Those are 'working girls'."
Years later, I got my first sales pitch from a pimp in the Smoke Pit's bathroom.
"Hey, man.... you like to party?"
Me, washing my hands: "Party? Yeah, I like parties."
"You like girls?"
Me: "Yeah, I like girls..."
"Well, have I got the girls for you!"