The Crying Game

September 30, 2012
Some old dude shows up. Long grey hair, Aerosmith shirt...I took a liking to him right away. But then he had a few drinks. Later he starts yelling me (yes yelling me) a story about his dirt bike, oblivious to the fact that I'm checking IDs and flirting with girls FAR too young for me.
Later I get a complaint about a dude with no shirt on the dance floor. Guess who. I sent one of the guys to straighten him out. Later, I get a complaint that some dude is threatening people. Guess who again. I send my two guys to walk him out.

My long haired friend, tells us he has a tab and his coat's inside. Ok no sweat, I get the bartender to bring out his card and a machine, but there's no coat. He pays his tab but wants to come in and look for his coat. When we won't let him in he takes a swing at one of us. My manager cracks him one, and I tackle the two of them and take it to the ground.

Once we were on top of him we tell him if he's going to play nice we'll let him up. He tells us no and tries to kick. So I folded his legs up. We ask him again if he'll be nice and he starts TO CRY. He says it isn't fair. We let him up and he stands there sobbing, trying to gather himself.

After a moment he regains his composure and in a last ditch effort to save face he points two fingers at me sideways, gangster style, and says he's going to put a bullet in me. And one in my manager.

Then he got on his bike and rode way.