Ok, so it’s Sunday. I go out to check out a band I heard might be cool at Richards on Richards. Maybe you’ve heard of them, The Black Angels. Anyways the show was amazing, but afterward I’m in the bathroom rush and the urinals are all full except for one stall. This stall contains one toilet which is filled to the brim with feces and paper. Of course I don’t want to get this mess on my pants so I stand back about 3 feet and pee( still in the stall) into the toilet. When I’m done I turn to find a bouncer telling me I have no respect for the joint. I tell him to have some respect for me and keep a tidy bathroom. He takes this as a cue to lead me from the bar. Once outside I tell him what I think of his judgment and I am grabbed from behind by a shrimpy lil’ guy who demands I show him the toilet in question. Thinking this might solve the problem I go back in with him. He tells me he’s the owner and then tells me he’s gonna ” kick my fuckin’ teeth in!” Of course I don’!
t continue to follow him. This little old school Vegas, Casino wannabe fucker wouldn’t have stood a chance without his army of bouncers. I realize that the bouncers were just doing their job, though the first one was very misguided in his efforts to watch me pee and then accuse me of fouling his fine establishment. But the owner himself really crossed the line, and if he thinks this is how to run a bar and not eventually get himself knocked out, well then he will one day find out he was mistaken. Little people should not threaten people twice their size, because their personal army of bouncers will not always be around. I might add that I do not drink, and was not drunk
Ok, so it’s Sunday. I go out to check out a band I heard might be cool at Richards on Richards. Maybe you’ve heard of them, The Black Angels. Anyways the show was amazing, but afterward I’m in the bathroom rush and the urinals are all full except for one stall. This stall contains one toilet which is filled to the brim with feces and paper. Of course I don’t want to get this mess on my pants so I stand back about 3 feet and pee( still in the stall) into the toilet. When I’m done I turn to find a bouncer telling me I have no respect for the joint. I tell him to have some respect for me and keep a tidy bathroom. He takes this as a cue to lead me from the bar. Once outside I tell him what I think of his judgment and I am grabbed from behind by a shrimpy lil’ guy who demands I show him the toilet in question. Thinking this might solve the problem I go back in with him. He tells me he’s the owner and then tells me he’s gonna ” kick my fuckin’ teeth in!” Of course I don’!
t continue to follow him. This little old school Vegas, Casino wannabe fucker wouldn’t have stood a chance without his army of bouncers. I realize that the bouncers were just doing their job, though the first one was very misguided in his efforts to watch me pee and then accuse me of fouling his fine establishment. But the owner himself really crossed the line, and if he thinks this is how to run a bar and not eventually get himself knocked out, well then he will one day find out he was mistaken. Little people should not threaten people twice their size, because their personal army of bouncers will not always be around. I might add that I do not drink, and was not drunk
One Response to “Didn’t your Mother tell you to not pee on the seat!”
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Richards on Ricahrd’s will sonn be history anyway… good riddance….
Richards on Ricahrd’s will sonn be history anyway… good riddance….
bead
October 29th, 2006