I’m sure there will be crazier answers, but one memory comes to mind. I’m walking down a busy street late one night in Montreal. I see this preppy looking guy lliterally screaming in the face of a bouncer outside of a club, like about to burst a blood vessel. Anyway, this guy is asking dumb questions like “dont you know who my dad is?” And yelling about how he’s going to get this dad on the phone to ruin the bouncers career for not letting him into the club.
Maybe I’m lucky, but I don’t see cartoonishly entitled behavior like that often, so it stuck out to me. To the bouncer’s credit he kept his cool and just gave the other guy a blank stare the whole interaction…total pro.
I’m sure there will be crazier answers, but one memory comes to mind. I’m walking down a busy street late one night in Montreal. I see this preppy looking guy lliterally screaming in the face of a bouncer outside of a club, like about to burst a blood vessel. Anyway, this guy is asking dumb questions like “dont you know who my dad is?” And yelling about how he’s going to get this dad on the phone to ruin the bouncers career for not letting him into the club.
Maybe I’m lucky, but I don’t see cartoonishly entitled behavior like that often, so it stuck out to me. To the bouncer’s credit he kept his cool and just gave the other guy a blank stare the whole interaction…total pro.
Oh no, now he will never advance in his career. His advancement to mall security is nothing but a hopeless dream.
No Paul Blart adventures for him.