[QUOTE=Carnac the Magnificent!]
I’m now wondering if chest-puffing confrontations occasionally degenerate into fistfights between bouncrers and a-hole customers. Sounds uncommon.
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Depends on the place. On the part of a bouncer, though, the last thing he’s interested in is a chest-puffing confrontation. As a problematic patron, if you talk back you’re just going to be removed (one way or another). If you take a swing, you’ve just earned the animous of every bouncer in sight, and unless you’re Chuck Norris (in which case all the bouncers will come at you one at a time) you are going to be “forcibly ejected”, i.e. bodily picked up, restrained, and unceremoniously dumped out back. Resist with too much force and you might get choked in to submission or punched in the solar plexus/groin/kidney in the process. For the bouncer (most of them, anyway) it’s just a job and a pretty crummy one at that, and their primary objectives are to 1) stay alive, 2) fulfill their duties, 3) grift as much as reasonably possible off of the club and the patrons, and 4) find a way to earn a living that doesn’t involve being innundated with crap music while putting up with drunken, self-aggrandizing assholes and not get stabbed/shot/hit over the head.
[QUOTE=zsofia]
My friend who used to be a bouncer at a nudie bar says it’s uncommon but he’s seen it happen a few times - when it happened with him it was the middle of the day when he was the only bouncer there, and it was a two-man fistfight that ended up with the customer dumped out the door. Not a free-for-all war zone sort of thing, anyway. He says most people, even very drunk or drugged up, leave peacefully when the large guys show up, but that you do need to watch out for their friends.
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I suspect strip clubs are some of the places that have the least problems; in part, because there are very explicit rules on what patrons may or may not do that are enforced immediately, vigorously, and without reversal or appeal. Also, nobody there is trying to impress women, save for with the size of their tips. (And the women aren’t impressed, regardless; you are more of a mark at a strip club than you are in a casino.) So all of the blowhard bombast in the world isn’t going to get you anything but face down on the asphalt and the customers know it.
Dance clubs, on the other hand, are packed to the gills with drunken, often drugged-up jerkoffs (or, as Rob The Bouncer so amusingly refers to them, guidos) all trying to impresed equally drunk, coked-out slut machines (my term…available for use with only a modest royalty fee), all set to tribal beat electronica music, epilepsy-inducing lighting, and a stink to rival a thousand sweating Frenchmen in the Algerian summer noon. So, it’s an environment that practically begs for atavistic behavior.
On the other hand, I’ve been in a few roadhouses in my time–some pretty rough looking places–and have never seen anything as out of control as portrayed in Hollywood movies staring Patrick Swayze or Clint Eastwood. The few fights seemed to be dispersed by other patrons before they could get to the point of breaking chairs over peoples’ heads and whatnot, although I’m sure the bartender has something more effective than a Persuader under the bar and some lovely nastiness probably occured in the back rooms from time to time. Has someone actualy seen one of these mythical bad-ass roadhouses which require a big staff of bouncers?
Shaggy dog story: I was at one of my favorite watering holes–one that neither has nor typically needs extensive security–over a year ago when some drunk excuse for a small-dicked loser decided to intentionally aggravaate the bar staff, first by trying to climb over the bar and then getting into a shouting match with one of the ladies tending. (“He called her…well, a bad word. [beat] Cunt.”) Anyway, the male bartender and the doorchecker/barback/bouncer started to remove him when one of his hosebag friends opted to grab a beer bottle and approach the barback from behind. Being adjacent and already prepared for some kind of trouble (which this party had been boiling up for all evening) I pulled out my SureFire flashlight and gave him a 100 lumens burst in the face, which sort of put him off his stride long enough for both of us to get ahold of him, and without hesitation, pick him up and bodily remove him out the back exit, quickly followed by his troublemaking friend. Then, while I’m enjoying my on-the-house drink, the two professionals explain to the rest of the party that their best option would be to pick up and leave before the police were engaged, which they did with meek compliance. I would color this as a typical, well-executed bouncing scenerio, albeit one in which the facility in question could use a bit more staff. In my (admittedly) limited experience, once one member of a party gets resoundingly bounced, the rest of the party is quiet and often apologetic. (“Yeah, he’s an asshole. He does this every time we go out,” et cetera.) There’s one in every crowd, I guess.
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