As I was enjoying my saturday night dancing to the sounds of the 60's, another terrible young man decided to belly up to me. Just a quick lesson to all you party people about the code of respect that needs to be re-instated to all those bars and juke-joints we know and love.
Much like the rock concerts of yester year, there are often coat piles where young men and women will place their coats when they are on the dance floor. These piles are large and often teeter on the brink of destruction if someone pulls too agressively on a coat. To avoid this, I placed my hooded sweat shirt and the coat that belonged to my lovely date under the bench that housed the coat pile. When we went to grab our top coats we managed to spill a Bass Ale that was resting on top of our coats under the bench. The bottle, which was full, tipped over on the dance floor and half of the beer spilled out. We immediately picked the beer up, dressed ourselves, and began the process of finishing our drinks before stepping outside to enjoy a premeir tobacco product.
A young man approached me with fear and alchohol in his eyes and said, "are you going to buy her another drink?" He said this rapidly and with sway in his head that denoted anger. I waited a few moments with a perplexed look on my face and replied, "are you f-ing serious?" He remained in my kitchen with nothing to say (he was 5'7", mid-twenties, 150-160 lbs, and prime to get his ass kicked) and I told him his approach was all wrong.
I am a reasonable man, often considerate of others and their party drinks. All he had to say was, "hey man, I know it was an accident but would you mind buying me another drink? This one fell on the floor and you know how dirty this place can get." My response would have been, "hey, no problem man. In fact, what is your lady friend having cause I would be happy to buy her a drink too." You have to understand that we had been dancing near this group of people for an hour and I felt rather friendly as I twisted and mashed-potatoed my way around the crowd. I also know for a fact that she was drinking water and it was his beer that we tipped. His mistakes are summarized below:
1) Interruting the sweet nothings I was wispering into my date's ear
2) Improper tone of voice
3) Posing his question as a demand and not as a request
4) Using a frown when addressing me as opposed to the upside down version
5) Being an a-hole
6) Coming at me like that after I had 10 hours of drinking under my belt
Have repect and be friendly to those around you. I bought him a beer the next time we needed drinks and I had my date deliver it to him in fear that I would kill him. He grabbed it out of her hand without saying anything. What a sweetheart...he is lucky to be alive.
Stunt.
2 comments:
This reminds me of a similar situation...
"But nevertheless I was pleased
My day was going great and my soul was at ease
until a group of brothers started bugging out
drinking the 40 oz, going the n***a route
Disrespecting my black queen
holding their crotches and being obscene
At first I ignored them cause see I know their type
They got drunk and got guns and they wanna fight
and they see a young couple having a time that's good
and their egos wanna test a brother's manhood...
...but he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube
but I had to take the brother out for being rude
and like I said before I was mad by then
It took three or four cops to pull me off of him
But that's the story y'all of a black man
acting like a n***a and get stomped by an African"
from DC to Tennessee, clowns are everywhere. you did the right thing, but it would've been neat to hear about a good old fashioned ass whipping at the club..rub a dub dub
All of this reminds me - that the general public is full of dummies and nimcompoops.
Punks jump up to get beat down. And by punks I mean Josh Hartnet and the like. Sweet redemption for the Eastsiders.
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