Don't Lie to the Boss

I am quite excited for Lesnar vs Mir II, here is hoping the well-rounded martial artist defeats the athletic goliath. T minus 6 days until Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince hits theatres; I know I am not the only person who ordered their Hermione costume to wear for the premier.

This is the story of one of my former bouncers. We will call him Baldy. Baldy was a talker, never knew how to mind his business and do his job. He was constantly telling people how and what to do and thought in about a month he had the bar at his fingertips and was running the show. Pride cometh before the fall. Well, one night he had some friends in the bar eating and drinking and he was trying to show them a good time. He goes to the bar and requests 3 bottles of champagne for his friends' table. Later on in the night one of the managers comes to him and asks him how he will settle the champagne. Realizing that they are not comped like he hoped they would be, he says he spoke with our owner and arranged they would be bought at cost. The manager calls the owner and asks if he had made such a deal. Obviously it was a lie. The owner says he will be there for last call and handle it.

The owner walks over to me and asks me to stand by so I can be there to control the situation if he blows up on Baldy. He pulls him aside and asks him what happened with the bottles and then Baldy makes up a new story that he had arranged it to be comped with another manager. "GIVE ME YOUR RADIO AND GET THE F*** OUT RIGHT NOW!" is all I hear from the owner. He walks over handing me Baldy's stuff and instructs me to see him out and ban him from the property. It all comes out that he was trying to play both ends and con someone into discounting nearly $300 in liquor. So for nearly 6 months we hear nothing from Baldy.

Well, this story has a tragically comical epilogue. The reason Baldy had been hired was his wife is the General Manager of our owner's fine dining restaraunt. 6 months later on a regular Friday night, Baldy calls in asking if we would let him and 2 of his friends in without ID. I told him I would ask the owner and get back to him. The owner instructs me he is under no circumstances allowed in as he left his wife just yesterday and was a verified scumbag (he actually dropped 6 F-bombs in 1 sentence and described an act of torture but I need to keep this semi-clean). I wonder how it makes sense to leave your wife one day and then take out new girls the next night to the bar owned by her boss. Baldy, you know who you are and you are a giant douche.

Drink responsibly and be safe,
-Polite Bouncer