I don’t believe I will ever stage an Improv Everywhere event in a strip club, but this story emailed to me by a stranger today is interesting:

Charlie,

I recently heard the “Best Gig Ever” story on This American Life and wanted to relay an experience I had. A few years ago, I and several buddies of mine decided to go to a strip club after work. We became sick of dealing with the hot girls who knew they looked great and expected everyone to offer them tips and praise. This night we decided to only tip the least attractive girl in the bar. When our “Queen for a Night” danced on stage, we clapped and cheered and each of us clamored to put dollar bills in her garter. Our enthusiasm proved very infectious as the other patrons soon decided this girl was an over-looked gem.

We soon discovered that this act of throwing off the balance of nature in the club produced unintended results.  Our frumpy dancer began to gain self confidence and dance more enthusiastically throughout the night. This new confidence and patron cash flow changed the natural pecking order, frustrating the normally high earners. In fact, the whole thing was so upsetting to the pretty girls that one came over to a friend, demanded to know why he thought the other girl was so hot, and ultimately slapped him across the face. The bouncer witnessing the entire episode came over and threw the hot stripper out of the bar. It had to be the first time that a stripper is thrown out rather than an unruly patron.

As the evening pressed on, the bouncer felt he had to step in to reestablish the social pecking in the club and asked us to leave. Our “Queen for a Night” hugged and kissed each of us good night, while strutting around the bar with a hundreds of dollars stuck in her garter belt. She said it was her greatest night ever.

Also for reference: The Best Game Ever