Gail started out as my customer and frequent patron of Mettler's. I first met her around Halloween time, when she bought a whole bunch of table dances from me. She'd usually be drinking with her little hobbit-looking fiance, Jake Willaert. She told me she's from Mankato, but I later learned that she's actually from the smaller and more rural Minnesota town of Owatonna. She has a receding chin bone that suggests she is highly genetically inbred:

While she introduced herself to me as Gail, her facebook name is Abby Lou. When she became a stripper, her stage name was Brandi. I suspect that her real first name is Abigail. I have no idea what her surname is, but if you would like to share that with me, please use the contact tab at the top of this page. In 2016-2017, her phone number was 507 323 0043.

Gail and her fiance Jake Willaert were in a Mankato area garage band together, which played at local venues. She expressed interest in my high-pitched voice being a part of their vocals. Her voice is deep and unfeminine. However, I had no interest in singing for her band. Gail was a college student in South Dakota, studying secondary education. In South Dakota, a driver could be arrested if a passenger in their vehicle has drugs. Gail was giving a young woman a ride home in South Dakota when that happened to her. While I worked at Mettler's, she was dealing with this ongoing legal matter and the disruption it caused to her academic life. Discussing legal matters was something Gail and I did early on. In a legal matter separate than the South Dakota issue, Gail sued her relatives. This piqued my interest; I thought maybe Gail would be a good person for me to try to befriend, in order to get her involved in stripper rights matters. However, while she was the first one to offer me her phone number, she eschewed all attempts I made to hang out. She was also unwilling to discuss worker rights, unions or related issues. Then, after I said that her fiance is creepy, she stopped talking to me.

Gail developed a friendship with Scott “Asshole” Harkema, who I posted about a couple of weeks ago. She was also pals with a creepy perverse old man customer named Gary. What I noticed about Gail was that she gave a lot of free time and attention to misogynist scumbags hanging out in the club. With her tendency to fluidly treat Mettler's as both a place to make money and a place to hang out when she was not working, she was undeniably and blatantly a scab. Not only did she give customers free time and attention, but she spent time sitting with them while they bashed me with misogynist slurs and criticisms that I should smile more and give them free attention. Here she is hanging out with Scott Harkema and a bunch of other gross Mettler's regulars who expect free time and attention from women:

If a worker is truly an independent contractor, that worker is able to sell her dances for whatever price she wants, for whatever time duration she wants. Sometimes I ended my dances before the song was over, in order to test Mettler's. Gail doesn't know what worker misclassification means. Sometimes while she was hanging out with customers like Scott Harkema, she would watch me like a hawk as I danced, to see if I finished the entire song and watch how much I charged. If I did something that was against the Mettler's rules, she'd jump in her chair, start gossiping about me with one of her old pervert friends, or exclaim, “I SAW THAT!” as though she was catching me scamming a customer. I’d just look over at her and smile while she glared at me. If Gail was really interested in catching scam artists, she’d educate herself about what worker misclassification means and come to understand that strip clubs have scammed millions of dollars out of thousands of strippers for several decades. Gail will likely never do that, because she was primarily in the strip club to feed her emotional needs, rather than to make a living.

Gail spent significant amounts of time watching me dance on stage as well. When DJ Will was off the clock, she was usually one to run up to him and give him dances. In all, she acted like a tool of the patriarchy, disgustingly complicit to all that was wrong with Mettler's, and always on the lookout to sabotage me.