What a very, very odd weekend. One ejection out of a full two nights, both of them with almost shoulder-to-shoulder patrons. And even then...
Me: Oh, half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's, you're my only friend...
SC: The SC has no game.
F: 'Flea', our between-floors runner.
(T hadn't even closed her door five minutes prior to F escorting a drunk outside from upstairs. I hear the argument from my own door and walk over to give backup.
F: ...you were passed out upstairs!
SC: Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?
F: I walked around and found you passed out at your table!
SC: No, I wasn't! You're fucking lying!
Me: (to SC) Yo, this way, man.
SC: I dunno why y'all are throwing me out! I wasn't doing nothing!
(The national anthem of drunken SCs everywhere...)
Me: They found you passed out upstairs. Once you start to nod off at the tables, we gotta run you out.
F: You got him?
Me: Yeah.
SC: Dude, I was watching the band!
Me: What band was it?
SC: ...uh... I don't remember.
Me: Were you sitting at the tables or standing by the stage?
SC: I was at my table.
Me: Do you remember setting your head down or anything?
SC: Dude, just let me back in real quick. I just want a couple of beers, then I'll take off.
Me: Can't do it. Once the bartenders cut you off, that's it.
(Repeat those last two lines over and over for about three minutes. Then...)
SC: Hey, can you hook me up with one of the chicks in there?
(What... the... hell ass balls?)
Me: Most of the girls in here are with their dudes. Y'ain't got a chance with them.
SC: Dude... you're such a nerd!
Me: Hey, it's not my fault you ain't got no game, dude...
I'm used to being called lots of nasty things, most of them anatomical and some of them accusingly incestuous, but 'nerd'? What is this, middle school? Good thing his friends took him home about ten minutes after that, because the guy could've given me an awful wedgie...
Me: Oh, half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's, you're my only friend...
SC: The SC has no game.
F: 'Flea', our between-floors runner.
(T hadn't even closed her door five minutes prior to F escorting a drunk outside from upstairs. I hear the argument from my own door and walk over to give backup.
F: ...you were passed out upstairs!
SC: Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?
F: I walked around and found you passed out at your table!
SC: No, I wasn't! You're fucking lying!
Me: (to SC) Yo, this way, man.
SC: I dunno why y'all are throwing me out! I wasn't doing nothing!
(The national anthem of drunken SCs everywhere...)
Me: They found you passed out upstairs. Once you start to nod off at the tables, we gotta run you out.
F: You got him?
Me: Yeah.
SC: Dude, I was watching the band!
Me: What band was it?
SC: ...uh... I don't remember.
Me: Were you sitting at the tables or standing by the stage?
SC: I was at my table.
Me: Do you remember setting your head down or anything?
SC: Dude, just let me back in real quick. I just want a couple of beers, then I'll take off.
Me: Can't do it. Once the bartenders cut you off, that's it.
(Repeat those last two lines over and over for about three minutes. Then...)
SC: Hey, can you hook me up with one of the chicks in there?
(What... the... hell ass balls?)
Me: Most of the girls in here are with their dudes. Y'ain't got a chance with them.
SC: Dude... you're such a nerd!
Me: Hey, it's not my fault you ain't got no game, dude...
I'm used to being called lots of nasty things, most of them anatomical and some of them accusingly incestuous, but 'nerd'? What is this, middle school? Good thing his friends took him home about ten minutes after that, because the guy could've given me an awful wedgie...
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