oh, it did
'Cause of my bouncing job, I've gotten into two pretty crazy fights, and all within the last week...
Altercation #1: Without going into too much detail, I had a knife pulled on me when I was escorting a drunk gentleman out last weekend, and I was able to threaten him into putting the knife away and then to run as fast as he could. I'll joke around / mess around if it is just a fist fight. Very few people really even intimidate me when it comes to a fight like that. However, as I have learned from cop buddies, common sense, and the police academy movies, as soon as someone picks up a weapon (knife, gun, bottle), it is the end of the game, and all ego goes aside. You do what you need to do to get the situation under control as quickly as possible, and stop escalation. The guy I was willing to humor got the police called on him by my manager as soon as he pulled out the knife. Police response time in the bar district is usually 1-3 minutes. He stood there screaming at me while I herded the rest of the bar staff behind me into the bar. I took his insults, and just said "You have maybe a minute or two before the police get here, and you go to jail. You turn and run now, and I'll forget which way you went." The guy thought about it for a second, then tucked the knife away and bolted. Weirdest thing about the whole situation was how calm I was. I was afraid, but not scared, if that makes sense. I was in complete control. Thinking about it now scares the fuck out of me, 'cause I SHOULD have been afraid.
Altercation #2: Walking another gentleman out the back door. The guy was BIG. Not quite as big as me, but he was massive. He is being completely chill about it, and calm, and I stupidly settled back onto my heels, and had my eyes scanning everywhere else to make sure none of his drunk buddies were gonna cause a problem. He gets to the door, and sees a dolly (or handcart depending on what part of the country you are from) sitting next to it, and picks it up with one hand and hurls it comic book style at my manager, fucking up my manager's arm. I'm a little slow to react 'cause I had taken him out of my mind as a threat (something that won't happen again any time soon), but as he gets to the door, I dive onto him, bar his arms up on his back, and drive him into the ground. Small sidenote here: I am SO MUCH STRONGER than I used to be. I overpowered this massive man like he was a child. I had him on the ground double-barred up with his arms way up on his back, my head driving his head into the ground, and me sitting on his ass in all of five seconds. I had the little waitress that was the manager's girlfriend dancing around me yelling obscenities at the drunk guy, and then random bar patrons oohing and aahing. After the cops took him away, I was so charged by how strong my body was and after the innitial delay how quickly my body had done its job that I was very seriously on a high for the last four hours that I had to work. I mean, I have always been really strong, but the guy never even had the smallest chance against me. Crazy.
Anyways, happy St. Patty's day
