When I was in Pcola, the crowds on the weekend were rougher. I had adapted to the more aggressive approach of the people there. I am use to being called a racist bitch or a fat bitch. Yes, it hurts my feelings. Makes me angry. Part of the job.
Here, however....different. I'm sure that I get called the same names under the breath of those that are asked to leave. I have no doubt that I'm the topic of unflattering conversation when they are sitting at a local Waffle House, remembering the night's events. C'est la vie. What this post is about is a group of people I encountered the other night: the privileged teenagers that really have no reason to argue other than being self-indulgent twits.
People loiter. After a certain amount of time, it's time to loiter somewhere else. I'd say that an hour after you've exited the end of your entertainment is more than an ample amount of time for you to stay on premises. Perhaps I'm wrong. Correct me if you must, but let's add that your group is getting bigger by the moments by the inclusion of friends you 'happen' to bump into. Let's also say that your crowd is getting just a bit boisterous and such. Would any of you have disagreed with me to ask the group to exit the building?
Didn't think so.
So, here is my problem that infuriated me and is markedly different than Pcola....deciding that you and your friends should block the exiting doors so other people can't exit. In Pcola, that group asked to leave would have been mouthy. They would have argued with the cops on sight. BUT their asses would have been away from the doors, causing that scene. Not right there causing a safety issue.
Go home! If you can't be respectful of other people's right to enjoy their night out, stay home and watch the grass grow. If you can't have an ounce of self-discipline in your right pinkie finger, stay home and beat each other up in a Steve-O, Jackass sort of way. Enjoy your backyard but stay away from me and the rest of thinking society.