"Hey man, I got four people with me and we'd like to come in."
"That's fine, you just have to wait in line and you'll be in as soon as you make it up here."
"Yea, that's cool. So we can be next in right?"
"I doubt it. There's about forty people in front of you."
"Yea, yea, what if I threw you some cash?"
"That's completely up to you."
The guy stood there in his vertical striped button up shirt, spiked hair, sandals and worn jeans. Then he looked back at his group of people, grinned a little and waved at them. The group started walking up and he pulled the door open. I put my hand on the door and pushed it closed.
"Did you not hear me? There's a line over there for you and your group to stand in."
"Yea, don't worry about it man. I'll take care of you."
"Really? Cause it's my job to worry about it. So go wait."
"Hey man, I'm gonna throw you a twenty don't worry about it. I just gotta hit the atm first."
"I tell ya what. Since you've proven what a great guy you are. You can add a zero onto the end of that twenty and then we'll have a deal. Just put the money in my hand first."
"What?! $200?? You gotta be kidding."
"Listen. You think your King Shit parading these people around so now you can either act like King Shit or you can walk away with your leg between your legs in front of your friends and all these other people. It's up to you."
He turns to his friends, "Man, fuck this place. Let's get out of here."
The best thing about douche bags like that. When they leave and complain about the doorman not letting them in; it makes the people waiting in line feel even better. Feel free to complain that I wouldn't let you and your overpriced dates in. That your frat buddies won't be coming back any time soon. That's almost like adding a bonus on to the bar and making people want to come back.
Then again... If he had $200 I would have let him in.
It's only common sense to me...
I mean if you want to act like a big shot then you better be able to be a big shot.