I’m on a roll, baby. First, the pole dance lawsuit. Now, I’m moving on to lap dances.
The name: Gerard Wall.
The lowdown: Gerard—I feel like I want to call him “Gerry”—is a guy from Delaware; fwiw, reports indicate he’s 39 years old. He visited Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club on the west side in New York City. He went in for a good time. He apparently doesn’t remember how good of a time he may have had. He filed a lawsuit claiming that his good time cost him over $21,000—$21,620.60 exactly, split between his AMEX and Discover cards—when he only agreed to a $300 lap dance. Other details in the suit: he had 2 drinks within 90 minutes and was apparently so blotto that a Hustler employee had to drive him home.
Now, I get that there may have been some error in billing. And that this may well be a legitimate lawsuit. And that this is not, by far, the first time some guy goes into a strip joint and leaves not realizing he’s about to have his memory of the night jarred by a credit card statement in the mail(jarred even moreso if it’s his wife opening the mail).
No, what I find interesting about these kinds of lawsuits is the stigma that surrounds them. Sure, folks’ll be saying “that Larry Flynt, he’s no good” and all. And I’m sure Larry’s used to that kind of talk. But for Gerard Wall, anyone’s who’s aware of the lawsuit will never quite look at him the same way again. And that’s a tough place to be in as a plaintiff.
In the pole dance workout lawsuit, you’ve got a dermatologist who fell flat on her face (or wherever) after hanging upside down on a pole by her feet—during her very first attempt at the pole. Ok, maybe not the best-run class, but now she’ll be known by “wasn’t she that doctor who was doing that pole dance workout and fell and sued?”
With Gerard (so want to call him Gerry), think about it. Delaware’s a small state…”Small Wonder”…”Dela-where?”. You’re either above the canal or not. News travels (note, I didn’t see this story break yet in the Wilmington news, but it most likely will). And I don’t need to put in print what the chit-chat will be.
The upshot is that while Gerry (flows better, no?) is miffed about how thin his wallet’s feeling post-grind session, his newfound media presence will require him to be anything but thin-skinned…