Bar Fighting Round Ii
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[17:03:05] <+Infinitum> ;o
[17:03:07] <@DOOManiac> tell us another!
[17:03:28] <+Infinitum> I could prolly tell the full story of how Mongo put that guy in a hospital for a month....
So now here I am.
If you read my <a href='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/index.php?act=ST&f=10&t=33531' target='_blank'>previous</a> tale on how not to tick me off you would know I mentioned that our bouncer Mongo put a guy in hospital...
So here I am to present the story in full.
I landed my job as a Bartender through an old family friend whom I used to play Softball with (That's underarm pitching on a small diamond) and as she was now a manager she deemed me worthy of a position there. So I was doing all the menial labour stuff for my first few weeks, which is quite odd because I'm still doing that now.... Anyways, being quite bad with names I was still getting to know the regulars and who the idiots were. Mongo had taken me under his wing basically making sure none of the guys gave me a hard time, as up until that point I was extremely socially intraverted and made little attempts to 'get out of the damn house' as my Mother so elloqiuntly put it. It was a rather pleasant environment to learn bartending in as a whole and is also the main reason I'm not socially isolated as much anymore.
So anyways, due to the fact we are the first of two bars in the entire town on occasion we get the odd Wedding procession coming through our doors unannounced. This adds about 100 odd people we don't particularly need on top of the current floor population, and of course more than half of them are already drunk so this leads to a few rather unpleasent... ummm... altercations. For about an hour I had put up with the leers and jears of the Wedding part, but because I had just started my main goal was to please everybody and everything, so I let the comments slide quite easily. Because of the sudden floor population rise the bouncers were helping me out by collecting glasses along side me, so they were behind the bar often were and getting hassled as much as I was.
Up comes the most vile drunk from the wedding party we had seen all night. Totally off his face he had been making luid sexual comments and slapping our Manager on the **** everytime she walked by. Now she had been doing this for a while and just ignored it as she got it all the time. However the problem arose when Vile Drunk came up to the bar with his empty bottle of Carlton Cold (beer) and demanded we give him more. Due to his staggeringly obvious drunken state one of the Bartenders told him that he had had enough and to go sit back down. He didn't take too kindly to this predicament and started swearing his head off, making all kinds of racial comments (The bartender was Asian, he's a great bloke) so in jumps the manager. She tells him to calm down and that he'll have to leave the bar, quicker than a flash he took his empty bottle and smashed it over the head of our manager and told her to "Mind your own freaking place woman". The manager collapsed to the floor uncouncious and bleeding.
Now I had mentioned that too see our cute and cuddly Mongo go crazy was one of the truly scary sights one will ever witness in their long lives on this earth. He walked slowly to behind the bar, picked the manager up gave her to the other bar staff to fix up, walked back out of the bar to where the guy was standing (noone wanted to touch him) tapped him on the back of the shoulder and was told to "**** off you negro ****" With that wonderful comment Mongo grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him into the back Staff Only area and took him down to the loading docks. I don't know what he did to him, but by the time the Ambulance and Police had arrived the guy had a broken arm, ribs and had been beaten half to death. Quite frankly I didn't want to know what happened down there....
Mongo was put on suspension for 4 months and the whole incident died down after Vile Drunk's threats of 'suing us all to hell' were thrown out of court (We got a great Lawyer). So yeah, Mongo's back on the job now, the Manager got a few stitches to the head after she sustained quite a fair amount of blood loss (The gash he put in her head was sickening) and everythings back to normal.... for now at least....
[17:03:05] <+Infinitum> ;o
[17:03:07] <@DOOManiac> tell us another!
[17:03:28] <+Infinitum> I could prolly tell the full story of how Mongo put that guy in a hospital for a month....
So now here I am.
If you read my <a href='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/index.php?act=ST&f=10&t=33531' target='_blank'>previous</a> tale on how not to tick me off you would know I mentioned that our bouncer Mongo put a guy in hospital...
So here I am to present the story in full.
I landed my job as a Bartender through an old family friend whom I used to play Softball with (That's underarm pitching on a small diamond) and as she was now a manager she deemed me worthy of a position there. So I was doing all the menial labour stuff for my first few weeks, which is quite odd because I'm still doing that now.... Anyways, being quite bad with names I was still getting to know the regulars and who the idiots were. Mongo had taken me under his wing basically making sure none of the guys gave me a hard time, as up until that point I was extremely socially intraverted and made little attempts to 'get out of the damn house' as my Mother so elloqiuntly put it. It was a rather pleasant environment to learn bartending in as a whole and is also the main reason I'm not socially isolated as much anymore.
So anyways, due to the fact we are the first of two bars in the entire town on occasion we get the odd Wedding procession coming through our doors unannounced. This adds about 100 odd people we don't particularly need on top of the current floor population, and of course more than half of them are already drunk so this leads to a few rather unpleasent... ummm... altercations. For about an hour I had put up with the leers and jears of the Wedding part, but because I had just started my main goal was to please everybody and everything, so I let the comments slide quite easily. Because of the sudden floor population rise the bouncers were helping me out by collecting glasses along side me, so they were behind the bar often were and getting hassled as much as I was.
Up comes the most vile drunk from the wedding party we had seen all night. Totally off his face he had been making luid sexual comments and slapping our Manager on the **** everytime she walked by. Now she had been doing this for a while and just ignored it as she got it all the time. However the problem arose when Vile Drunk came up to the bar with his empty bottle of Carlton Cold (beer) and demanded we give him more. Due to his staggeringly obvious drunken state one of the Bartenders told him that he had had enough and to go sit back down. He didn't take too kindly to this predicament and started swearing his head off, making all kinds of racial comments (The bartender was Asian, he's a great bloke) so in jumps the manager. She tells him to calm down and that he'll have to leave the bar, quicker than a flash he took his empty bottle and smashed it over the head of our manager and told her to "Mind your own freaking place woman". The manager collapsed to the floor uncouncious and bleeding.
Now I had mentioned that too see our cute and cuddly Mongo go crazy was one of the truly scary sights one will ever witness in their long lives on this earth. He walked slowly to behind the bar, picked the manager up gave her to the other bar staff to fix up, walked back out of the bar to where the guy was standing (noone wanted to touch him) tapped him on the back of the shoulder and was told to "**** off you negro ****" With that wonderful comment Mongo grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him into the back Staff Only area and took him down to the loading docks. I don't know what he did to him, but by the time the Ambulance and Police had arrived the guy had a broken arm, ribs and had been beaten half to death. Quite frankly I didn't want to know what happened down there....
Mongo was put on suspension for 4 months and the whole incident died down after Vile Drunk's threats of 'suing us all to hell' were thrown out of court (We got a great Lawyer). So yeah, Mongo's back on the job now, the Manager got a few stitches to the head after she sustained quite a fair amount of blood loss (The gash he put in her head was sickening) and everythings back to normal.... for now at least....
Comments
* DOOManiac gets snacks
* Pjofsky sits down cross-legged and sits quietly
<Pjofsky> shh!
good story! Sad that poor Mongo got in trouble, as what I think he did was a very rational reaction. :P
So then who has Mongo's babies ?
And then we find out that his girlfriend was cheating on him then they found out that she wasn't pregnant after all, and then !
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Wow. Interesting story though. Poor Manager. It's awful that people would become so intoxicated as to harm someone who was only trying to make sure that they didn't drink themselves to death.
BTW. I want more stories !
[01:27] <Injury> hello Doom.
[01:27] <DOOManiac> how are you?
[01:27] <Injury> quite well, just got back from watching Matrix.
yay, story.
There's a bar on base where I'm stationed. Every night around 9 o'clock I goto the bar and have 3 shots of Vols' Premium. About a week ago, I walk in and find an entire squad of booties (term I use for guys fresh out of boot) celebrating their graduation. Luckily, my friend, who I'll call "Gus", was with me (never drink alone). We decide we'd better steer clear of the booties, as alcohol seems to bring out the worst in most. We take a seat at the bar and I order 3 shots of Volds' and Gus orders a Bud(weiser). After about 2 minutes, a bootie stumbles over to the bar and orders another round of beer. The bartender, who I'll call "Chuck", leans to his right, glances at the party of booties, turns to the one at the bar and politely (very literally, he was being as kind as possible) informs the bootie that he and his friends have had enough and that it's time they packed up. The bootie didn't like this. Now, when you're drunk and angry, your comments tend to be full of insults and ethnic slurs that are... less than appropriate. I decided to step up and assist Chuck in convincing the bootie he'd had enough. He didn't like that. He turned to me and began a drunken string of profanity, that culminated in him taking my last FULL shot-glass and pouring it on my head, because, as everyone knows, when you're drunk you become 10 feet tall and bullet-proof. Big mistake. I'm 6'3, about 210 lbs., and slow to anger, but when I get booze poured on my head, booze that I payed for and planned on ingesting, well, let's just say I become rather, "unhappy". I stood up very slowly handed my sidearm to Chuck, quickly grabbed the bootie by the back of the head, and just as fast slammed his face into the bar. When he came back up, he began swinging at me in a very disoriented and slovenly manor. My friend, Gus, then took a pool cue from the rack opposite of the pool table, and proceeded to break it on the back of the booties head. After our little altercation his friends stood up and tried to come to his rescue (there were four of them), but were quickly put down by Gus and myself. I clotheslined one who charged me, and quickly picked up a bar stool and broke it over the forehead of the other. Gus, who's about 6'8 and 240 lbs., grabed one of the booties, lifted him over his head, and chucked him at the other charging booties (I'm <b>NOT</b> making this up, Gus is one strong mother-****er. I'm pretty sure he eats nails for breakfast, and drinks molten lead with his nails). I was put on probation for a week, and the booties were just as quickly court-martialed (seeing as they were the aggressors). Moral of the story: never drink alone.
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people have no respect
for doing his job. There's always some fool who refuses to play
by the rules and causes trouble.
Keep Mongo happy and your job sounds like it'll be a hell of a lot
easier. Hug him if required <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
No offense but all you're doing is glorifying something that is violent, ugly and has NO PLACE in society in this day and age. Such neanderthals don't deserve any kind of fame or recognition.
I work in a club myself, and i see this **** that you're describing every time i work there. It's not pretty, and people do get hurt and it does really affect people in a bad way.
I'm offended by very little, but violence is not a thing that should +EVER+ be tollerated or glorified in the least.
Although it's sometimes understandably when someone uses violence (e.g. Mongo), it's far away from "right" or even "justified", especially if it went out of proportion.
And when I hear things like Renegades "tale", well, people who react like he won't get any respect from me, although I know that everyone can lose his selfcontrol...
as fr as im concerned while violence isnt neccesary.. 1, im a big bloke... 2, sometimes you can just walk away or tunr the other cheek... but sometimes people like this need a goos sh!t kicking and im not afraid to say it..
as fr as im concerned while violence isnt neccesary.. 1, im a big bloke... 2, sometimes you can just walk away or tunr the other cheek... but sometimes people like this need a goos sh!t kicking and im not afraid to say it.. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
If it's possible to walk away or turn the other cheek, why would you need to be violent? To gain "respect" to make yourself look "tough". The only thing you'll gain is a criminal record. And quite frankly, i'll be **** if i care.
[Edit] Okay, I guess you'll never know what he called me due to the filter on the forums.[/Edit]
Maybe Mongo should have stepped in sooner when he started trouble and just chucked him out, and if he let it go that far then just hold the farking guy until the cops come and haul his sorry behind away...
In 6 years, when I can drink, i'll be sure not to get him angry if I ever go your bar <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
When you told me this story it went a little different. More like you used to play "hardball" with her <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
if you have a virus on your computer, you don't just purge it from your computer. like a responsible and friendly person, you tell people "look, this is the virus, this is what it does, this is how you get rid of it, and this is how you stop it infecting you". tackle the problem at the source.
if you just let some drunken idiot start hurting people, unprovoked, then obviously you have some problems. its a lesson they need, and if it cant be done with logic, then you have to get physical. i dont mean beat him senseless like mongo did, but i can sympathise with mongo. and renegade was less provoked, but the **** still deserved it.
verdict: if anybody starts trouble, disarm them, take them outside and hand em to the cops. dont break the bar throwing them around, and then take them outside and break their face.
but seeing your stories of how you stepped up to help with the problems gives me hope in a very dark world, and esuna i dont think that letting them go unchecked as long as it doesnt affect you is a good idea. theres a problem, so deal with it, it wont stop just because it doesnt effect you.
When you're are not dealing with people who are not rational, IE. Violent Drunk, You have very little choices. One person gets hurt or a large number of people get hurt.
My point is if you're not certain that you are able to defuse any situation then let barman who most likely have more experince than you in that perticular situation handle. If it comes to a fight by all means try and help but if just shut up because you might make it into a fight.
Renegade, I don't know all the facts about the story but consider this. If you didn't jump in then the barman might have calmed the customer down and then a group of "booties" wouldn't have beem court martialed. The one who started the fight might have deserved it but it seemed like the other ones just tried to help their friend who got into a fight just like you did.
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I'm not saying that if someone does something wrong, they shouldn't be punished. I'm saying that there's more solutions than violence. If someone's being abusive or violent throw them out of the bar and call the cops. If you proceed to take the law into your own hands don't be surprised if you're the one that ends up being charged for assault.
I've come into contact with many fights at the club i work, every time i've called on the doormen and they've ejected the drunk faster than a n00b commander.