Typical week. Friday was awesome due to no derps whatsoever, but last night... okay, it was almost as good. Up until these idiots.
Y'know, cell phones have clocks on them nowadays...
Around 1:15am, a group of four walks up. The show's already over and we've closed our show entrance. I never in my life thought I'd ever have to answer this question at that point in the night, but sure enough...
SC: Have the bands started yet?
Me: Actually, the show's been over for the past ten minutes.
('Cause it has. The bands finished early.)
SC: Are you sure?
Me: (No, I'm fucking with you.) Yes. Our shows usually start between 8pm and 9pm.
SC: Oh.
(I card the group, they're all good, I let them in. Then I shake my head once they're inside.)
Your shitty bar sucks, Zed!
Small group around Last Call shows up. One of them's a regular who needs to drop something off, but the others aren't. They're about to run in past me, and I stop them. The first guy I card... well... 'Jack from Will and Grace.' With a nasty disposition.
Me: ID?
SC: June 15, 1989.
Me: Do you have your driver's license on you?
(Everyone but the regular walks off.)
SC: I didn't wanna come to this shitty bar anyway.
No skin off my ass. By the way, SC, the cops can be a hell of a lot more asshole-ish than me. Try your little attitude with one of them, and make sure someone's taping it so I can have a good laugh later.
Only two stories today. Which is a good thing...
Y'know, cell phones have clocks on them nowadays...
Around 1:15am, a group of four walks up. The show's already over and we've closed our show entrance. I never in my life thought I'd ever have to answer this question at that point in the night, but sure enough...
SC: Have the bands started yet?
Me: Actually, the show's been over for the past ten minutes.
('Cause it has. The bands finished early.)
SC: Are you sure?
Me: (No, I'm fucking with you.) Yes. Our shows usually start between 8pm and 9pm.
SC: Oh.
(I card the group, they're all good, I let them in. Then I shake my head once they're inside.)
Your shitty bar sucks, Zed!
Small group around Last Call shows up. One of them's a regular who needs to drop something off, but the others aren't. They're about to run in past me, and I stop them. The first guy I card... well... 'Jack from Will and Grace.' With a nasty disposition.
Me: ID?
SC: June 15, 1989.
Me: Do you have your driver's license on you?
(Everyone but the regular walks off.)
SC: I didn't wanna come to this shitty bar anyway.
No skin off my ass. By the way, SC, the cops can be a hell of a lot more asshole-ish than me. Try your little attitude with one of them, and make sure someone's taping it so I can have a good laugh later.
Only two stories today. Which is a good thing...
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