At a different new bar the weekend before that, I was talking with a (young) (pleasant) (bright-eyed) (white) guy who used to be a bar bouncer in the big bro neighborhood near the major baseball stadium here.
One time, he saw a guy standing in the corner of the dance floor with a pint glass three-quarters full of vomit.
"That's impressive, man, and I appreciate not having to clean up the mess, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave," he told me he told the guy.
Another time he was working on the patio, and someone got thrown through the open window from the bar.
It was a drunk customer, and another bouncer came outside and through them over the fence!
"The owners know the police," he was like, "So if there's ever any questions, the bouncer shows them how his hand got hurt from punching the guy's face, and they haul the guy off for assault."
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