When I was like 26, I was out bar hopping. I had just witnessed a really brutal fight at another bar where the victor proceeded to start choking one of the female waitresses afterward. So my friends and I thought it best if we leave. I had an expired driver’s license but most places don’t care. We went to this shitty bar that basically looked like a house that someone just decided was a bar now.
The bouncer was this fat guy. Like pear shaped, out of shape fat. Maybe 6’ tall. He wouldn’t let me I , so I was fine with that and was heading out somewhere else. We just happened to run into someone we knew outside the bar and he wanted us to come in. I said, “I have an expired license, and for some reason that matters, so I can’t go in”.
For some reason, the micro dick bouncer took exception to that and yelled “I don’t want to hear it. Fuck you, bitch. Get the fuck out of here.” I was like “Yeah, that’s what we were doing.” He kept yelling at us, trying to start a fight for some reason. So we just kept walking to go to another bar and he yells “Yeah, keep going. Faces (gay bar) is that way,
s.” I was like “Weird that you know that.”
The friend we were talking to outside, who was now entering the bar, was gay. I’ve never in my life had an issue with a bouncer because I don’t start trouble. Just this one guy whose ass I likely would have beat, and who my friends and I together would have killed without breaking a sweat. I always thought that was weird.