Originally posted by Eagler
do your friends call you "Dalton" or "Wade"?
LOLOL...Took me a few minutes to figure out what you meant.
No, we had very few serious altercations. Too many bouncers, most of them big and mean and we usually saw it coming and got things calmed down before they got out of hand. If it was just testosterone and they weren't drunk, we could usually restore things without anything more than talking. If they were drunk, then we would escort them out. I remember one guy who reached around the doorman to punch another guy. He was subdued, restrained and handed to police. We kept several rolls of duct tape which were used to restrain guys who wouldn't otherwise be trusted to sit quietly. We would duct tape his hands and ankles and hand him over like that, much to the cops' amusement. That happened only two or three time over four years.
Our regulars were all well behaved. It was usually someone who rarely, if ever visited.
I was an amateur boxer, weighed right around 145 lbs when not training for competition. At 5'11", I was tall and lanky. Not intimidating at all in appearance. That was the bouncers' job. I was shoved a few times, but didn't have to or need to retaliate. The trouble maker was going to lose no matter what he did.
I would merely step back and let the guys being paid to keep order do their job.
By the way, my brother was usually bartending. My father was the owner/manager and our lookout, having been in the business for 30 years, he knew what to look for. Not long after, I went off to the Navy. I never returned to the business. My father and brother eventually got out of the business. Today, my brother is Vice President of sales for the Sleepy's Mattress chain.
My regards,
Widewing