Ah, cool! I get to share my favorite sheep story.
I remember one time I was heading to downtown Dallas (Deep Ellum) to go see Suzie and the Banshees (SP?) play at some club.
When I arrived there it was pouring down rain. To make matters worse, I really didn’t know where the hell I was going. I did manage to find the bar they were playing at but what I didn’t realize is that I had parked at the back side of the bar. So, I get out of my truck and start running as fast as I could (to fecklessly avoid getting rained on) to the door which was left wide open.
I get inside only to be stopped by a security guard who promptly told me I was going to have to go back outside (in the pouring rain) walk around the building, which was a good city block, and come in through the front door. All this merely so I could pay my entrance fee.
I pleaded with the security guard: “Please let me just walk through to the front to the “Door man” and I’ll gladly pay the cost of admittance. It’s raining out there FCOL!”
The heartless security guy really didn’t seem to care. He told me in no uncertain terms: “NOPE! Rules are rules! You’ll have to go back outside!”
It was at this point some guy who saw all of this go down then starts in on the security guy: “Oh come on man! Let him in dude! Can’t ya see he’s soaking wet?”
The security guy was adamant tho’ he still insisted I go back outside.
Then the same guy who was trying to help me out starts chanting: “LET HIM IN!! LET HIM IN!! LET HIM IN!!”
It wasn’t long before; one people, two people, five people until eventually a sea of about 35 or 40 people (I shit you not) all started to join in on the chant: “LET HIM IN!! LET HIM IN!! LET HIM IN!!”
Finally, the Guard begrudgingly capitulated and let me in.
The sea of chanters all started to applaud when he let me in. A lot of them giving me a pat on the back as I made my way to the bar for a shot of Crown Royal.
That was so cool. I felt like a Rock Star.