There are times when I get distracted. I'll admit it. Whether it's a friendly female face talking to me or something's going on inside the bar I get distracted. Enough to the point that the next people in line might have to wait an extra five minutes.
This doesn't mean that when I open the door to check your IDs and let you in that you can elbow people who are walking by you. Especially when that person is my manager.
When it's Phil's night to work he's usually on the floor, behind the bar, or just relaxing. He usually walks outside once in a while to see how the line is and occasionally grabs a couple people and brings them in with him. This time as he was walking in Mr Dress Up decided that whoever was walking up behind him deserved a nice elbow in the gut.
In one solid movement Phil just looked at him, then me and said, "No."
Dress Up went to hand me his ID and I said I didn't need it. So he started to step towards the door.
"I don't need it because your not coming in."
"I said, I don't need your ID because your not coming in."
"Why the fuck not? You gonna tell me I've been standing here for twenty minutes and now I can't come in?"
"Pretty much. I'll take whoever's next in line."
The next guy hands me his ID and tells me it's just him and his two brothers. One of which is the guy that's not coming in.
"I'll let you in but he's not coming in."
Dress Up- "Man, this is bullshit, tell me why not."
"You've been opening the door and creeping people out and your elbowing people. Sad part is you haven't even been inside yet and your not going to be inside. Have a good night."
"I haven't elbowed anyone. Tell me the reason."
"I just saw you elbow the guy that just walked in. So did my manager and he told me no. I don't need a reason when my manager tells me no."
"Bullshit, tell me the real reason."
"I just gave it to you. Plus, I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone at anytime and you are that anyone and this is your time."
"This is bullshit, whats your name man?"
"Whats your last name?"
"How bout you give me your real name so I can report you?"
Phil, still standing in the doorway near me, says, "Hey buddy, you wanna report him? I'm the manager, you can report him. But he's doing his job so how bout you leave."
"Man, fuck you guys. I'm fuckin outta here, your gonna get a terrible reference from me."
Shit. Another bad reference. We might actually have to close our doors on that one.