 My Jacket
Ok, I'm pretty hammered at the moment, and when I arrived home my PC was still logged in to mine, so I want to record this lest I forget it in the morning.
Basically, after a night out clubbing, when the last song came on, I got into the que to get my jacket in the dressing room. As I was in the que, some random girl asked me to get her and her friends too. Sure, no bother, doesn't cost me anything.
So I arrived at the front of the que with the 3 ticket stubs. The dressing room lady gives me 3 jackets. None of which are mine. So, being hammered, I start giving out shit. Not in a terribly offensive way, but not nice either. Eventually the bouncer convinces me to wait till the end and get my jacket then. So be it.
No one walks by with my jacket and eventually the que is gone. I convince one of the bouncers to let me talk to the dressing room staff. He does.
Me: "Random rubbish"
Her: "I knew you'd be a pain so I kept your ticket stubs.... look"
Me: "What fuckin' difference do these make, you stupid bitch?!"
Bouncer: "Alright I think it's time you left, I've had enough of your shit."
Me: "Fuck you, get me the manager".
Bouncer: "Don't me stupid".
Me: "I said, FUCK YOU, GET ME THE MANAGER!"
Manager: "What seems to be the problem?"
Me: "My jackets missing, and I can only presume it was stolen by the dressing room staff, given that I didn't see anyone walk by with it".
*Long arguement between me and the manager until me, him and the bouncers are the only people left in the club.*
Me and the manager: "blah blah blah"
Bouncer: *Butts in with needless comment*
Me: "Look, your a bouncer, you're not important, I'm trying to talk to the manager".
Bouncer is none too fucking happy. None too happy at all. But what can he do?
Eventually me and the manager part ways, me promising to be back with a lawyer tomorrow (may or may not have been an empty threat. I was too drunk and it never came to it).
Walking to the exit, the bouncer I made a fool of grabs me by the collar and try's to push me out. I turn around and shove him off me.
"I'll fuckin walk out!"
..... I was fully expecting the bouncer the make shit of me. He was built like a tank and easily about three times my size. I figured I could land one punch. Maybe break his nose. I'd get the shit kicked out of me, but so be it. I've lost my jacket and this prick it pissing me off. Ill break his nose and to hell with the consequences!
But he backed off. The only explaination I can come up with (because he'd have crushed me like a worm with one finger) was that because I wasn't (yet) being agressive, legally, he couldn't do shit. So I fucked this bouncer off me, and he backed off. I'm fucking fantastic.
And it gets better. I walked out the gate, the bouncer promising me I'd never be left into a club in the city again (I'll get back to you on that one, I don't know yet).
Me: "Proper order too! I wouldn't take that shit from me! Who the fuck do I think I am!"...... and so on.
Then I walked out the gate and the bouncer watching the gate says to me:
- "You the guy who lost a jacket?"
- "Yeah"
- "What's it look like?"
- "Brown leather, hoodie attached"
- "With a......"
- "Nagan of jack in the pocket"
- "Here, someone handed it in to me, said it wasn't theirs'"
Fucking......fan.......tastic.
Nightclub 0, Me 1.
Bouncers 0, Me 1.
I gave the bouncer a nod and a wink and I left, fixing by jacket over my shoulders.
It doesn't matter if I never get in to a club again. It was so fucking worth it.  | 
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