“Well, sure. I’ve been to many dance clubs. I like to go dancing.”
“What about the other kind of club?”
Puzzled, I asked her, “A comedy club? Social club? Country club? Book club? Golf club? What do you mean by an ‘other’ club?”
“You know. The kind where they take off their clothes.”
“Oh! You mean a strip club!” I perked up.
“Yeah, I guess. Have you ever been to one of those?”
Fully disgusted, she finally managed, “Why?”
“Well, I’ve never had a shorter line for the restroom in my entire life.”
I’m not sure honesty is always the best policy. Unfortunately, this eureka doesn’t always occur to me until after I’ve already run my mouth.