Frank the Frowner
Getting Noticed By Management
Tonight was just a series of misadventures.
Bunch of my friends and I decide to go into Boston. My friend who just got home from Iraq, and is headed to Finland for a year Monday to finish his tour with the Marines, and we wanted to give him a good last weekend before he has to go back overseas for awhile.
Getting a ride in was tough. I wound up driving to the train station down the street from my house and took the train in. Of course, everyone's on different trains, or some people were already in town. I decided to throw on a track jacket, and am sweating my balls off right now as a result. It was very rainy out, but also very humid.
Anyway, I finally catch up to them at an ATM outside of a train station... still undecided on where to go. The Marine and 2 kids went to one bar... the rest of us figured fuck it and went into some other bar.
So we walk up, no line to get in. The bouncer (who will be known as "Guido" from hereforth) decides to immediately start busting our balls, telling us that there's a 5 minute wait. So we get into a line and wait until he decides to let us start going in. He stops me and starts giving me shit about my shoes. I was wearing my Garnetts, but had on a pair of Lucky Brand Jeans, and a pretty expensive collared shirt and a navy blue track jacket over it. I didn't look like shit at all. He tells me that the code is a shoe other than sneakers, which is bullshit. He then asks to see my ID. I give it to him. I just turned 21 back in October and still don't have a license that isn't the under 21 one. It still has my date of birth and a valid expiration date, and I've never had a problem with it before.
Guido decides to tell me I can't go in. I was being very cordial, and told him I understood he was doing his job, but I also have a college ID, a debit card, and my health insurance card which has my date of birth on it. He didn't care.
So, in a horrible position, I texted my friends and let them know that Guido wouldn't let me in, and proceeded to have to wait a half hour for the goddamn train. Things were already so convoluted enough, and I have to work in the morning anyway (6 am wake up) that I figured it wasn't worth it anymore. And with the getting home situation very up in the air, it was probably for the best.
But still, for him to pick me out because of my goddamn shoes, it sucks. I really hope he enjoys his oh-so important status as a bouncer at a dive bar. To have an ego trip like that, it goes to show you that he's probably already reaching his peak.
Bunch of my friends and I decide to go into Boston. My friend who just got home from Iraq, and is headed to Finland for a year Monday to finish his tour with the Marines, and we wanted to give him a good last weekend before he has to go back overseas for awhile.
Getting a ride in was tough. I wound up driving to the train station down the street from my house and took the train in. Of course, everyone's on different trains, or some people were already in town. I decided to throw on a track jacket, and am sweating my balls off right now as a result. It was very rainy out, but also very humid.
Anyway, I finally catch up to them at an ATM outside of a train station... still undecided on where to go. The Marine and 2 kids went to one bar... the rest of us figured fuck it and went into some other bar.
So we walk up, no line to get in. The bouncer (who will be known as "Guido" from hereforth) decides to immediately start busting our balls, telling us that there's a 5 minute wait. So we get into a line and wait until he decides to let us start going in. He stops me and starts giving me shit about my shoes. I was wearing my Garnetts, but had on a pair of Lucky Brand Jeans, and a pretty expensive collared shirt and a navy blue track jacket over it. I didn't look like shit at all. He tells me that the code is a shoe other than sneakers, which is bullshit. He then asks to see my ID. I give it to him. I just turned 21 back in October and still don't have a license that isn't the under 21 one. It still has my date of birth and a valid expiration date, and I've never had a problem with it before.
Guido decides to tell me I can't go in. I was being very cordial, and told him I understood he was doing his job, but I also have a college ID, a debit card, and my health insurance card which has my date of birth on it. He didn't care.
So, in a horrible position, I texted my friends and let them know that Guido wouldn't let me in, and proceeded to have to wait a half hour for the goddamn train. Things were already so convoluted enough, and I have to work in the morning anyway (6 am wake up) that I figured it wasn't worth it anymore. And with the getting home situation very up in the air, it was probably for the best.
But still, for him to pick me out because of my goddamn shoes, it sucks. I really hope he enjoys his oh-so important status as a bouncer at a dive bar. To have an ego trip like that, it goes to show you that he's probably already reaching his peak.
