Pat had to eject a man for being too intoxicated; he was looking up the bar dancers' skirts (the customer, not Pat). The perpetrator offered to kick Pat's rear but Pat seemed completely disinterested.
1:06 a.m.
I rejected an ID card and after repeated assertions to the individual
that it is our policy not to accept anything short of a driver's
license, he asked me why I didn't pull my head out of my rear.
1:10 a.m.
The last of a group of four women (again!) had an expired driver's
license, which I rejected. She and her friends whined and cried, then
demanded back their cover charges, and left. It worked out quite well
and I unloaded a bunch of $1 dollar bills on them.
"I don't need to drink to have a good time; I need to drink to stop the voices in my head."
--Robert
{I'm not sure which Robert this was....}
