I was standing at the crowded strip club bar last night when somebody grabbed my arm and pushed me. The grab was hard enough to hurt. I turned and saw it was the big fat bouncer. I said, "What are you doing? That hurt." The bouncer said, "I needed to move you out of the way so customers can get past you." I told him, "If you want me to move, ask me. Never touch me again." The bouncer repeated that he had to move me out of the way. I told him I did not appreciate being grabbed and he should never do that again. I was very mad, and he walked away muttering, "Well, if you want to be that way."
I do want to be that way. I want to be someone who doesn't allow himself to be grabbed and manhandled. I think the bouncer grabbed and pushed me because I'm a small guy and he was a big guy who could easily do it.
I thought about complaining to the manager, but decided it wouldn't do any good. Beside, what I really wanted to do was go all Billy Jack on the bouncer. I think movies have given me unrealistic expectations.
That was the scene we all talked about back then.