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| - Upon arriving one late afternoon with fireman friend in tow, we grabbed a bite from the limited but decent menu, drinks flowing to compensate for the B team dancers (or are they called entertainers?), the waitress was cute, funny & service was great. Then all hell broke loose, the place started to get crowded & I needed to excuse myself to the Ladies room...well leave it to my friend to FINALLY find a cute chick for a lap dance! While he's distracted by boobies, some asshole takes my chair!, I politely explain that I would like my seat back, he refuses, I plead not wanting to interupt my friends' dry hump session, his response-no...I calmly walk over to my table, pick up my drink & slowly poor it on his head...he is not amused, here comes management, I explain the situation & am informed that my actions were not appropriate, again, I just wanted my chair back, next thing I know some 'wanna be a cop/ UFC reject' bouncer is going off on me saying that "if you were my woman..." & that I was 86ed....like it was going to devistate me!, I started laughing, he didn't think it was funny and told me to 'shut up ya fat cow', understand, this guy is 5' of ugly sterioded goo & I'm not the trophy wife I once was, but paaallllleeeeeezzeee, I'm in there to spend money not make it, I snapped, before I knew it, my fist landed right in his semi toothed mouth!, I was cuffed & escorted outside to wait for Metro, chubby dissappeared & one of the other bouncers came to congratulate & release me...*note -the fireman was upset for the abbrupt departure because his lap dancer was 'going to give him her phone #' uh, yeh, right buddy
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