Posts Tagged ‘fight’

I watched from behind the bar as a WASTED little man was trying to pick a fight with a Marine on leave.

He turned to the little guy trying to piss him off and goes, “Look, I get it. I let you hit me, you look like a hero. I beat you up, I just look like an asshole.” Pause. “I’m not afraid to look like an asshole.”

The guy sunk back and didn’t bother him for the rest of the night.

-Mike

I used to work at a bar, and in this bar we hosted poker tournaments at night, generally getting about 120 people through the door. The problem we had was that poker ran from 12am-4am. People would show up for poker and start drinking at 7. While generally everyone was pretty well behaved, we once had a huge roided up bloke come in to play. Getting towards the middle of the tournament, and there’s only 40 or so players left.

Roidasaurus Rex comes to the bar and asks for a drink, and I have to decline him service (In Australia, serving alcohol to an obviously intoxicated person can result in the server copping a $5500 fine). He walks back to his table, and continues playing. 10 minutes later he starts screaming at someone across the table, security show up and he picks up the edge of the poker table and flips it into the air, then he charges at the nearest security guard. It was a pretty vicious fight but security eventually got him under control and into a cop car. Roids and booze dont mix.

-Mic

There is no excuse for this type of behavior…ever. This is a true injustice and blatant disregard for humanity. I hope these animals are persecuted to the full extent of the law for acting like animals and physically assaulting a waitress in her work place.

Probably one of he coolest “fights” I ever saw was a MarineĀ and some guy who was trash-talking him.

I was behind the bar talking to the Marine who was having a beer, and this other guy was standing behind my buddy, talking shit about him.

He was doing his best to ignore the guy, but finally sighed, handed me his beer, spun around, hit the guy – with an open hand- just under the ear and the guy just folded like fucking origami. Then the Marine turned back around, took his beer back and resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened.

-John

I used to work at a bar, and in this bar we hosted poker tournaments at night, generally getting about 120 people through the door. The problem we had was that poker ran from 12am-4am. People would show up for poker and start drinking at 7. While generally everyone was pretty well behaved, we once had a huge roided up bloke come in to play. Getting towards the middle of the tournament, and there’s only 40 or so players left. Roidasaurus Rex comes to the bar and asks for a drink, and I have to decline him service (In Australia, serving alcohol to an obviously intoxicated person can result in the server copping a $5500 fine). He walks back to his table, and continues playing. 10 minutes later he starts screaming at someone across the table, security show up and he picks up the edge of the poker table and flips it into the air, then he charges at the nearest security guard. It was a pretty vicious fight but security eventually got him under control and into a cop car. Roids and booze dont mix.

-Mic

Don’t Mess With Joe

Posted: November 6, 2012 in Fight, Stories
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I was working in a bar in New Jersey. One of the customers (I’ll call him “Joe”, which is totally not his name) had his money on the bar one minute, but it had disappeared the next. He turned to the guy standing next to him and accused him of taking his $20. They argued, and stepped outside. We all ran to the windows to watch, of course. Joe looked kind of soft, but had worked some pretty tough jobs with some shady characters. He punched the “alleged” thief just once, right in the face. The thief’s hand flew open and the money popped out; he looked like a human Pez dispenser. Joe bent down, took the bill and came back inside to finish his drink. As far as I know, nobody touched Joe’s money. Ever. Again.

-Brad