I met Scott Adams once, in a strip club outside of Aurora, Colorado, in late 2021. He was getting a lap dance, but the stripper looked pissed. "Hey bud, you got a spare $20 on you?" I tried to ignore him, but he just looked at me with a mean glint in his eye. "Yeah bud, I was talking to you. I need an extra $20, because these catty bitches want tips now" I politely asked him how he was buying lap dances without any money. He pushed the pissed-off looking stripper off of him, and walked towards me. Putting his arm over my shoulder, he put his mouth close to my ear, like he was about to whisper, but instead kept on talking at a loud volume. "Listen guy, I got a system worked out for free lap dances. Spot me a hundred and I'll let you in on my little secret" I offered him $20 to leave me alone. He snatched it up quickly. "Heh, I'll still let you in on my secret. Fuck, I would'a told you for a fiver, chump." He smiled like he had just won the lottery. "The trick is, this club gives you a free lap dance if you provide proof of vaccination. I got a bunch of fake ID's made, so I just keep on getting more shots, each with a different ID, and I get free lap dances whenever I want! Don't even tip the girls, neither!" He walked off to another stripper, who he promptly offered to sell a new stereo to, she just had to walk out back to take a look at it, because he had it in the trunk of his 'Brand New Honda Civic'.