February 4, 2013
Some guy leaves the bar at 2. Lets call him, Chicken-head hair cut guy.
I said, hey dude, you done for the night? If you leave I can't let you back in. He waves his hands in the dissmissive, "I've had too much I'm going home yeah I'm done I may just throw up" way that drunk people do. Meanwhile, some other guy is standing there, tottering back and forth, and every time I open the door he tries tocome in, and I tell him to go home and he agrees. But he forgets. Because when I open the door he tries to come in again.
So I wander back inside and was keeping my eye on two guys who are trying to start a fight with another guy who is just laughing at them. That makes it easier to know who to kick out. Suddenly I hear a noise at the door. Chicken-head is trying to yank the locked doors open. To the point where I think he might be bending the steel frame. FFS.
I walked over and slap my hand on the window hard enough that it startled him. I unlocked the door and he started to come in until I shoved him back onto the sidewalk. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked him.
He yelled at me. "I was trying to get your attention, I've been out here for 20 mins"
I took out my phone and held it up in front of his face. It was 203. "You've been out here for less than 2 minutes dude. So what? You think tearing my fucking door off the fucking hinges is the best way to get my attention??"
"well..." he start.
"You think thats fucking smart?" I hollered at him. He just hung his head, then looked over his shoulder, then around the room, then back at me.
"What is it you want?"
"I lost my phone, but I know where it is, its in the corner on the table"
I called over one of my boys to escort this guy back to his seat. A few minutes later he walked by me and stopped and apologised. I said no problem. Then he hugged me and stuffed a 20 in my hand. I gave it back and said it wasn't necessary so he shoved it into my jacket pocket and left.
So..the moral of my longish story?
Yelling gets you paid.
I said, hey dude, you done for the night? If you leave I can't let you back in. He waves his hands in the dissmissive, "I've had too much I'm going home yeah I'm done I may just throw up" way that drunk people do. Meanwhile, some other guy is standing there, tottering back and forth, and every time I open the door he tries tocome in, and I tell him to go home and he agrees. But he forgets. Because when I open the door he tries to come in again.
So I wander back inside and was keeping my eye on two guys who are trying to start a fight with another guy who is just laughing at them. That makes it easier to know who to kick out. Suddenly I hear a noise at the door. Chicken-head is trying to yank the locked doors open. To the point where I think he might be bending the steel frame. FFS.
I walked over and slap my hand on the window hard enough that it startled him. I unlocked the door and he started to come in until I shoved him back onto the sidewalk. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked him.
He yelled at me. "I was trying to get your attention, I've been out here for 20 mins"
I took out my phone and held it up in front of his face. It was 203. "You've been out here for less than 2 minutes dude. So what? You think tearing my fucking door off the fucking hinges is the best way to get my attention??"
"well..." he start.
"You think thats fucking smart?" I hollered at him. He just hung his head, then looked over his shoulder, then around the room, then back at me.
"What is it you want?"
"I lost my phone, but I know where it is, its in the corner on the table"
I called over one of my boys to escort this guy back to his seat. A few minutes later he walked by me and stopped and apologised. I said no problem. Then he hugged me and stuffed a 20 in my hand. I gave it back and said it wasn't necessary so he shoved it into my jacket pocket and left.
So..the moral of my longish story?
Yelling gets you paid.
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