"Hows it going tonight?"
"Good. Can I see your id?"
"I'm just going in to get my roommate."
"That's fine. I still need to see your id."
"Naw, that's cool man. I work down the street," he reaches for the door.
"That's great. I still need to see your id." My hand pushes the door closed.
"Listen man, I work down the street at Brockney's. I'm just going in to get my roommate and leave. I don't even want to come to this place."
"Well that's good since I can't let you in this place without seeing your id."
"Really? Your going to be an asshole about this?"
"Just as much as you. You realize you could have shown me your id and been inside talking to your roommate already right?"
"Fine. You want to be an ass about it? Here." He pulls out his wallet and shows me his id. Then he reaches for the door and I step in front of it. "What the fuck man!?"
"Listen. I think you need to try to call your roommate and have him meet you out here. You seem a little too worked up to go walking in here."
"Maybe if you didn't take such an attitude it'd be a different story. I don't appreciate being called an asshole."
"Are you always such an asshole to customers?"
"Only the ones that act like total douchebags."
"Man, fuck you. I should kick your ass."
"If you feel the need. Have a good night."
He turned and walked down the street and sat on a bus bench. A few minutes later one of the regulars, Pete, came walking out. "Hey, have you seen my roommate?"
"He have dark short hair, light complected, and act like a douchebag?"
"Oh man.. I'm sorry man. Was he being a dick?"
"He was being an ass. He's sitting down on the bus bench."
"Can he come in?"
"Don't you think he would be if he could?"
"Yea.. you got a point."
Some people! People like that contribute to my general aversion to other humans. ;-)
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