Friday, August 29, 2008

What ID?

As I stand behind the bar, I watch a group near the door highfive their friend who has just walked in the bar. They're obviously excited he's made it in. The friend happily takes his wallet out, removes his ID, and passes it to one of the other guys in the group. The other guy takes it, puts it into his wallet, and places his wallet back into his pocket.

I smirk a little bit knowing he's been busted, and call over a floor guy to take care of the problem. The floor guy approachs the group and asks the wrong guy for his ID. The right guy, of course, scurries away into the crowded bar and disappears, knowing he doesn't have an ID to show should he be asked for one. I decide to take things into my own hands and hunt the kid down.

"Hey bud, come here," I say to the kid once I find him and motion him over to me. He immediately looks like a deer in headlights.

"Yea?" he replies hesistantly.

"Let me see your ID real quick," I say.

He pulls his wallet out and opens it up, revealing an empty space where his drivers license is supposed to be.

"Uhh...the guy at the door took it," he says, unsure of himself.

"Oh, he did?" I say with interest. "Why did he do that?"

"Um, I'm not sure..." He's uncomfortable. He's figeting and won't make eye contact with me.

"Are you sure the door guy took it from you?" I press him.

"Uh, yea, I think so..."

"You think so? Are you sure you didn't just hand it to your friend in the yellow shirt back there at the door?"


At this point it wasn't any fun for me anymore and I direct a waiting floor guy who had noticed our unpleasant exchange to escort him out of the bar. He does so.

For a second I feel bad, but then I remember that apparently I'm an asshole so I continue not to care.

More fun stories this weekend when the first home game starts tomorrow afternoon and 12+ hours worth of drinking culminate in drunken debauchery tomorrow night. I'm sure I'll have plenty to share.

Also, I'd encourage everyone to review this before heading out to tailgate tomorrow. Don't drive, don't litter, stay with your friends, and please tip your bartenders and don't fight your door guys when you're out tomorrow night. This will make everyone's night much easier. Please.


At 11:30 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dude, you shoulda made an example of that jerk and beat his fucking ass.


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