A young many in his early 20’s staggered to the door. I said he would be better served at another licensed venue. He was accepting of this and proceeded to one. About 20 minutes later he returned after being given the same advice. To which, and I guess we bouncers were playing with him a little, I suggested the same thing again, only this time in a different direction. That was all very amusing until I noticed the same gentleman driving past about an hour later. Yep – drunk and driving. Unfortunately I didn’t gain a good description or license plate, otherwise I would have reported him.
Being classy doesn’t take a lot, at least I think so. Two groups of girls demonstrated that class might be a thing of the past. The first were only just in the entrance when one commented to some friends on their way out, where’s my fish? Not knowing what she was talking about I paid a little more attention. She yelled quite loudly, “where’s my fish”, to which the other girl gestured to her groin and said “here it is, smells like fish, tastes like chicken!”. They all laughed and kept moving.
The second lady, er, perhaps a misuse of the label, was sitting nearby and stood up. Not having any attention on her, she made the bold statement that she accidentally gave everyone a muffin shot. If that didn’t get enough attention, she hiked up her pants and then said, “oops, from muffin to camel toe!”.
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