A group of guys came up to the door. They started handing their cover charge to the doorguy.
Random Guy: Uh, guys, can we *not* come in here? (said to his friends)
Doorguy John: What’s the matter, ex-girlfriend?
Random Guy: Yeah.
Doorguy John: What kind of ex-girlfriend?
Random Guy: The mean kind.
They put their dollars back in their wallets and quickly left.
I showed up at 9 and someone had clogged the women’s toilet. What a great way to start the night! Dave showed up at 9:30. Even the big guy couldn’t dislodge the super absorbent culprit. The women’s room remains out of service.
11:00- turned away a state ID
12:00- turned away a girl with suspicious ID, the magnetic strip wouldn’t scan
12:15- turned away girl with state ID. She said she had a DUI and I said that’s too bad. Unfortunately she was attractive and very understanding.
1:15- Dave and I kick out two jerks. They had been repeatedly warned by Dave but then one of them mouthed off to him. They are never to return.
2:15- Thank God! With the aid of a coat hanger, Dave extracted several feminine products from the women’s toilet and solved the problem.
–Nick
As annoying as it can be to listen to persistent people try to talk their way inside on a busy night, it can be equally as amusing to listen to some of the things people in line say when you’re standing out there with them.
Imagine a very cold night in February, around 9 p.m., with a line about ten people deep. A cute young girl struts past the entire line as if she owns the place and pulls open the door.
Cute Young Girl: "I’m here with a bachelorette party. Do we have to wait?"
Doorguy, looking exasperated: "Uh, yeah. Everyone waits."
Cute Young Girl, looking confused: "I don’t understand. I’m with a bachelorette party."
At another point, a small group of about five college-aged kids walk up to the line, alternately complaining about how freezing it is and how mad they are that there is a line, although it’s a short line of only a couple people. They are apparently having some type of theme party night that required clothing normally inappropriate for February, and none of them are wearing coats.
The group quickly decides to leave one brave soul standing in line to try to save five spots, while the rest of them head over to Henry’s to warm up and wait for him to call them back when the line moves. It’s not more than five minutes when, sure enough, a few people start to leave and the line begins to move, and costume boy ends up at the front.
Doorguy: "OK, I can get three people in now."
Costume Boy: "Hold on, I need to call my friends back over from next door, and is there any way all five of us can come in?"
Doorguy: "Look, if they aren’t here in line, they can’t get in. There’s people behind you waiting."
Costume boy isn’t happy that he couldn’t save spots in line for his friends. The people in line behind him, however, are happy that he decides to leave since they can get in that much sooner. I kind of felt sorry for him; he was really nice. I almost offered to buy his group a round of shots as a goodwill gesture if they came back later.
Multiple entries from this night. Must have been exciting. Or a full moon.
The night started off with a group of ten jerks who were 30 years old on average and acted like they were 18.
Now fast forward four hours…a girl comes to the door with an ID of extreme rarity: an Oklahoma ID that scans. I found it strange, but scanned it anyway. The age on the ID said 21 but the scanner said 18. Upon closer inspection, I discovered it was an Oklahoma ID scanned into a computer, printed out, and laminated to the back of a Kansas ID. Very creative, but very fake.
Fast forward 30 minutes…two guys come in who had apparently been drinking for awhile. One of them had a beer and then asked for another. Dave served him a non-alcoholic brew instead and the guy didn’t even have a clue. He then puked in the urinal and had to be asked to leave.
–As stated to our best recollection, Big Chief and The Rock
{otherwise known as Maynard and Dave.}
At approximately 10:45 pm, Ted warned an overly "expressive" man not to lift his shirt to expose his nipples. When Ted cautioned him the second time, the exhibitionist’s friend shoved Ted. Ted then ejected the friend, who was reticent to leave, and Brit phoned the police. The group left, just as the police arrived, and there was no further incident.
-Rob
It’s been awhile since we’ve highlighted antics at the door…so here are three from one night for you.
We’re working and some idiot throws his tip into the empty cheese container we are getting ready to throw away. We salvaged the dollar but the quarter is still missing.
Refunded $8.00 to a man who said that Peach should hire help that can give service faster.
Woman at door with no ID- vehement rebuttal by her husband who asks us to call Dave.
–assorted doorfolk