Saturday night

I was pretty damn sick but still worked. I was supposed to be inside floater so I dressed appropriately. Black shirt and black vest. Just by chance I decided last minute to wear my jacket to work but was planning to take it off as soon as I got inside. On my way inside I was told that I would be working door due to a screw up by the guy who was working door.

This meant that I was sick and now freezing my arse off. My patience was pretty much zero. I wasn't on the door long before a guy walked up that was way too intoxicated to enter. Now the problem here is that on a ordinary night I would be outside and people who would not be coming in would never cross the threshold but on this night I was working the door from the inside which means that they come in and I check identification and then I have them pay and then they go inside to the club area. This presents a problem when the person is already in the foyer and is asked to step outside because they cannot enter due to their cloths, intoxication, attitude, etc. I ask the guy to step outside and he gives me some lip. I talk to his buddy and get the guy to talk to his buddy and they step outside and I follow to explain why they won't be entering. The guy gets pissed but walks off. About 3 minutes later he walks up and tries to enter again but I am standing outside in his way. He grabs the door handle and looks at me like I am a douche for standing in his way. I talk to him and he walks away. He comes back a third time and tries the same thing again. I stiff arm the guys chest to get his attention and I stop him dead in his tracks. He threatens to kill me and I tell him to go ahead and kill me. I remind him that we are only feet apart and now would be the best chance he has to kill me if he is going to do it. A few people in line to get in start laughing. Once again talk to his buddy telling him to "get your friend before he has a really bad night." They linger for a minute and then leave.

About 20 minutes later a marine leaves the club with several freinds in tow. They come back shortly after and I stop the marine and ask him what was on his shirt. The guy was very slow to respond. I ask him if he is ok and once again slow to respond. My boss happened to be near me and leans over to the guy and tells him that he cannot get in because he is too drunk. He wanders off for a while and then comes back. We do our little dance where he tries to get in and then walks off and then repeat a few times and then I grab the guys arms and walk him back a few steps and tell him that he is not getting in and he needs to go. He tells his friends not to worry about a fight because he is going to kill me. The guys friends get him and they take off with him for good and the people in line start laughing at the guy.