Sunday, September 10, 2006

Oh the sweet power

I went out to James Joyce tonigh with a few friends for Kelly's b-day. good club, had a good time, but lousy band. good lord. they butchered EVERY song that they did. especially lenny kravitz and red hot chili peppers.

anyways, me and livia went out for a smoke a few times, and while out there, we engaged in a conversation with the bouncer. and, let me tell you, we learned a few things.

as much as you don't want to admit it, bouncers have a lot of power. and it goes beyond just their wims of letting out in or not. i tell you this story to teach that you should always be nice to the bouncer.

case in point: we went out for a smoke, and had a nice conversation with the bouncer. there was no anomosity, just a friendly conversation. so, in exchange, the bouncer told us that there are pigeons on the overhang just above the pub, and if we didn't want to get pooped on, we should step a few inches back from the pub. but, he also noted, he was only telling us this b/c he enjoyed our friendly banter. he went on to point out that when people were giving him a hard time, he did not point out the pigeons, and a few people that were rude to him had been pooped on.

this proves the point that when there is someone like, say, a bouncer or a waitress, do not be rude to them. in fact, go out of your way to be extra sweet, flirty, etc, to them, b/c... they probably know a few things you will never know, and they have the power to screw you if they want (as in poop when you're having a smoke, or spitting in your food at a restaurant).

on another point, i want to note that i went to the movies last night and saw "The Illusionist". good movie. a little predictable, but still a good story and well presented (despite jessica beil or however you spell her name, i can't be bothered to look it up.). i would recommend the movie if you don't mind sitting thru it knowing what's going to happen. and, well, its ed norton, how can you go wrong.

Comments:
if you didn't smoke in the first place, then you wouldn't be out on the patio and you'd never get pooped on.

hint hint
 
hush now, me not know what you mean.
 
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