Here in Alaska we have what I'll call "Fishing Boots Guy." He's clearly been out on a weekend with the boys, but wants to stop in to a strip club before heading home to his wife. So he goes into the club wearing his outdoor gear, stinking of a combination of fish slime as well as not having had access to a shower all weekend. His wife isn't going to smell any sort of stripper perfume on him over all that funk, so he can't get caught.