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A place for lovers! *cough*
Whatever's going through peoples' heads this season is causing quite a few breakups, it looks like. It was an... interesting little break in the action last night (both floors ended up pulling in almost $4500; we were rushed from clock-in to closing time!), and the whole debacle was just funny to watch.
Around 12:30 last night, I look across the street and spot a couple in mid-argument. The music upstairs was too loud for me to catch the argument, but they had to have come from Rivalbar, if not one of the other places further into downtown, but it was obvious the guy had fucked up somehow, because his girlfriend kept on shoving him and chewing him out. Normally for our crowds, that would be an 'okay, hit me!' action, but the guy just kept his hands up in a surrender pose and didn't do anything more than try to calm her down.
Eventually, she flat-out slugs him in the head. Closed-fist. Repeatedly. Now, I have to give props to the guy for not turning around and knocking her flat for that, because I know a lot of guys that hang out at the bar who'd punch right back, and I'm one of them. Before he could do more than try to run, though, BWEEEEOOOO! Flashing red-and-blue lights, spotlight right on the couple, and the cop and his trusty cruiser stopping right next to them. The girl's reaction was priceless: she went from murderous hellbitch to doting, loving girlfriend in a heartbeat: hanging off her boyfriend's neck like he's the bestest thing that ever happened to her and acting wuvvy-duvvy to him. Nice move on her part to pretend she wasn't kicking her boyfriend's ass six ways from Sunday, ain't it?
The couple spends the next ten or so minutes trying to convince the cop that everything was alright and they were talking it out. The cop obviously wasn't buying it. Eventually, the boyfriend continues up the street and the girlfriend stays there and still argues with the cop. A few minutes after that, the cop drives off, and the girlfriend walks up to me and asks me the question that made my entire night... wait for it... "Why are men such assholes?!"
She gets dead silence and a raised eyebrow from me. (Too much Star Trek as a kid, I was a fan of The Rock when I was in my teens, what can I say?) "Oh, no! I'm not mad at you! It's just... ugh!" She walks off towards the parking lot and I'm just standing there shaking my head.
Around 12:30 last night, I look across the street and spot a couple in mid-argument. The music upstairs was too loud for me to catch the argument, but they had to have come from Rivalbar, if not one of the other places further into downtown, but it was obvious the guy had fucked up somehow, because his girlfriend kept on shoving him and chewing him out. Normally for our crowds, that would be an 'okay, hit me!' action, but the guy just kept his hands up in a surrender pose and didn't do anything more than try to calm her down.
Eventually, she flat-out slugs him in the head. Closed-fist. Repeatedly. Now, I have to give props to the guy for not turning around and knocking her flat for that, because I know a lot of guys that hang out at the bar who'd punch right back, and I'm one of them. Before he could do more than try to run, though, BWEEEEOOOO! Flashing red-and-blue lights, spotlight right on the couple, and the cop and his trusty cruiser stopping right next to them. The girl's reaction was priceless: she went from murderous hellbitch to doting, loving girlfriend in a heartbeat: hanging off her boyfriend's neck like he's the bestest thing that ever happened to her and acting wuvvy-duvvy to him. Nice move on her part to pretend she wasn't kicking her boyfriend's ass six ways from Sunday, ain't it?
The couple spends the next ten or so minutes trying to convince the cop that everything was alright and they were talking it out. The cop obviously wasn't buying it. Eventually, the boyfriend continues up the street and the girlfriend stays there and still argues with the cop. A few minutes after that, the cop drives off, and the girlfriend walks up to me and asks me the question that made my entire night... wait for it... "Why are men such assholes?!"
She gets dead silence and a raised eyebrow from me. (Too much Star Trek as a kid, I was a fan of The Rock when I was in my teens, what can I say?) "Oh, no! I'm not mad at you! It's just... ugh!" She walks off towards the parking lot and I'm just standing there shaking my head.
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