"I can throw you out of here with one finger" - fate fairies - book version
This entry was posted on 11/29/2011 2:00 AM and is filed under Fate Fairies:Fate Fairies - book version.
Back when I worked down under the bowling alley at the dance club (disco), one night before the bar crew came in and the crowd was yet to flow down the stairs, I was bartending for the small afternoon regulars. A drunk guy who seemed like he might be an ex-jock was bothering the usual early girls at the end of the bar.
"You got to leave," I said to him.
"Ain't happ'n Skippy," he said as he slurred the words and spit on himself. His face was beet red.
"I can toss you out with one finger," I said and smiled as I reached for the phone to dial 911. It was a new thing in those days - that 911 business. No matter what the perps explanation would be to the cops, they always hauled off the patron rather than the staff. There would always be a new crop of suckers week after week that would have to call down to Chicago and get Daddy out of bed to post bail. It was a lucrative enterprise for the municipality.
"Nice try, chump," he said and slobbered at me as he reached over, knocked one of the bar girl's beer bottles over and it broke, and then he pulled the phone line out of the wall. He was taller than I thought and had a basketball player's reach. It was an egregious error on my part - a bouncer/bartender must always know his enemies before going in to an altercation, if possible. I had made a lazy assessment of the situation.
You must understand, this was pre-cell phone culture. My heart sank as said drunk guy snarled in my direction with cord in one hand...., that broken beer bottle in the other. To my surprise, some bouncer staff had drifted in while the small drama was going on and were chatting with some of the girls. Unbeknownst to me, they had one eye on their girls and one eye on the perp. With minimal to-do, he was whisked up the back fire stairs upside down with arms flailing and head dragging one step at a time.
In a few moments the fellahs were back down and talking to their girls again. I had dodged a bullet...., or perhaps more appropriately....,
....I had dodged a broken beer bottle with my name on it.
Note: This blog "Fate Fairies" - book version Category is a work in progress. The original vignettes are being edited for book form. Go to the Cooldadiomedia Web site and the Fate Fairies Page for an ordered chronology of the book vignettes (chapters).
