Don’t mind the wolves.
“And here is you shirt, just try not to get shot.” Then Mike the other security guy grabbed his beer, got in his truck, and left me standing there looking lost.
Sunday night was my first night working security at night club called The Lakeview Yatch Club. I showed up for training, the head security guy walked me the bar area an introduced me to a few people. Then he promptly tossed me to the wolves.
For the most part the night was pretty quiet, but considering the fact this is Stupidhurts we all know there had to be some stupidity. My night got interesting when I got several complaints from patrons that a drunk, belligerent, individual had been harassing them. I figured it might be best to play it cool and watch him for a second since it was my first night and I really was a bit little unsure on how to handle the situation. Unfortunately while trying to figure out the best way to approach him, it was brought to my attention I had to go break up two people before a fight erupted. Apparently one of the customers had flicked the ashes from his cigarette into the face of the person he escorted there. So that of course became priority number one. I was able to get those two guys tossed out pretty and off our property quickly but not before the first guy had managed to cause a even larger scene.
At this point the kid gloves came of with him and his friend and it was time to be aggressive. So I stepped into his blind spot applied a gentle hammer lock onto his arm and grabbed his other shoulder and told him and his friend I needed him to leave while guiding them both to the door. He only argued for a second before I applied a little more pressure onto his shoulder, then he became very submissive. Once we all got out side I let go of him and he and his friend proceeded to walk away from the front door. Near the corner the patron I had grabbed then decided to turn around and yell and curse at me. At that same time, the bar back who weighs about 50 pounds more than me walked outside to smoke, and he obviously wasn’t in a good mood and ready to fight. I think that quieted things down pretty quickly.
I really wish that tossing out those two drunks had been the high point of my night, but that didn’t come until later when I was walking in the front door and something caught my eye, but my brain didn’t exactly register what I saw. I had made it all most all the way half way across the bar when it finally clicked. There was a guy standing next to the front door getting a blow job. I at least have the common courtesy to take that sort of thing to a restroom. So I had to go back and toss them out. Luckily they knew they were in the wrong and went with out much hassle.
Between tossing people out and flirting with the waitress, I had a great time working security. Plus I got a new shirt to add to the collection. Hopefully I will get to do it again sometime, and maybe next time without the wolves muttering to themselves about the fresh meat.
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i think the title of this should be “don’t mind the (gay) wolves”
i have a hard time thinking of that crowd as anything but smelly good snuggly men (or manly look-a-likes)