Another night at the whorehouse...

Dining out is an art. And, if you can liken fine art to porn, then working in a restaurant can be very much akin to working in a whorehouse. As any artist knows, giving the world art is giving the world your soul, and if people don't want to understand it or can't appreciate it, then they shouldn't be looking at it in the first place. Like porn. Like a restaurant. Like a whorehouse. In order to get the full experience of any of these things, you must be open mided, and aware of where you are and what you are doing. Because while you're getting off (in which ever of the above scenarios you choose), more than likely it's while someone else is getting rammed up the arse with a smile on their face. If you're looking for quick, cheap and easy, then there are plenty of magazines out there, or McDonalds, or the tranny trying to make a quick buck on Liverpool Street. But if you want an 'experience', then you must respect the artists who lube up every night to make your night a memorable one. And remember, leaving 'gratuity' doesn't mean just saying 'thanks'.