Service with a Smile.

At first glance a Chinese Bar looked very much like the bars back in England. People sat around drinking and talking and listening to the music playing. But first impressions can be wrong.

It all started going strange when Dave ordered his first drink. "I'll have a JD and Coke." Jean translated imediately and received a look of total confusement.

Jean continued talking and the other people round the table joined in, including our guest of honour who pretty much owned the place. The waiter finally surrended and went to fetch like a good little puppy.

"Apparently they don't do whiskey and coke. If you want whiskey your suppose to buy it by the bottle. But they've agreed to make one esspecially for you, only they've never made one before so they're not to sure about it."

Dave's jaw dropped a cm or two.

"By the bottle?"

The drink's arrived and started dissappearing down various throats. Conversation went from one thing Dave didn't understand to another.

"See that guy with that girl over there?" said Jean suddenly, "She's a hooker."

"What? How do you know?"

"Oh, all those girls round there are. The guys have to pay to talk to them. Then the girls get a bonus from the bar if they get the guys to drink certain drinks. After that, they can agree a price and go away together."

Dave's jaw dropped a little further.

"What kind of place is this?!?!?"

The drink had headed south inside Dave and he found himself in need of the restroom. He excused himself and off he went.

The toilet seemed nice. There was a man by the sinks with a towel, he would obviously expect money for drying Dave's hands later. Shame Dave didn't have any money. Oh well, he walked past him and went to the urinal.

Standing there, mid-flow, minding his own business, suddenly a hot towel wrapped around his neck, followed quickly by a pair of hands started to massage.

Dave's jaw hit the floor.

He pushed the hands away and finished up as quick as he could. It was the towel man. He was expecting money? Dave felt more like calling the police than giving spare change.

Returning to his sit, he decided not to drink any more. There was no way he would use the toilet again. He sat there, wondering who on Earth would pay for that?

Just then a rather loud man with a heavy American accent sat at the next table.

'Ah, that's who.'