Hi, Guest
05-19-2006, 12:45 AM
another lesson for the tape...
don't date the waitresses or shooter girls.
the best one we had at the bar i worked at was when a couple of punks thought they'd jump the bouncer working alone that night to get back at him for the past saturday's boot.
Unfortunately for the punks, there were 6 of us playing pool upstairs on our day off.
hilarity ensued.
one night, we had a guy go into the woman's washroom.... there were two of us working the downstairs entrance, and it was a race to see who got to toss the kid first. I won.. chased the kid upstairs, picked him up with one arm, grabbed his drink with the other, opened the door with his head and tossed him on a parking meter. I swear, this guy weighed maybe 150 tops. gotta love the easy ones.
but I made the mistake of turning my head once. grabbed a beer from a beligerent, not realizing he was holding onto another one. After he broke the bottle upside my head, I turned around to see him coming at me with the other fist... I wish I could say I did everything afterwards voluntary, but I lucked out, got under his fist and put his head in the rug and waited for the other bouncers to catch up.
Occasionally, I'd go home with a bloody jersey.... had to learn to throw that in the wash right away so mom wouldn't get all worried that it was mine.
ah... the old days..
don't date the waitresses or shooter girls.
the best one we had at the bar i worked at was when a couple of punks thought they'd jump the bouncer working alone that night to get back at him for the past saturday's boot.
Unfortunately for the punks, there were 6 of us playing pool upstairs on our day off.
hilarity ensued.
one night, we had a guy go into the woman's washroom.... there were two of us working the downstairs entrance, and it was a race to see who got to toss the kid first. I won.. chased the kid upstairs, picked him up with one arm, grabbed his drink with the other, opened the door with his head and tossed him on a parking meter. I swear, this guy weighed maybe 150 tops. gotta love the easy ones.
but I made the mistake of turning my head once. grabbed a beer from a beligerent, not realizing he was holding onto another one. After he broke the bottle upside my head, I turned around to see him coming at me with the other fist... I wish I could say I did everything afterwards voluntary, but I lucked out, got under his fist and put his head in the rug and waited for the other bouncers to catch up.
Occasionally, I'd go home with a bloody jersey.... had to learn to throw that in the wash right away so mom wouldn't get all worried that it was mine.
ah... the old days..
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