I was a designated driver dressed...

I was a designated driver dressed as Santa bringing them 6 very interested patrons, and they would not let me in because the did not like my shoes. So, I left, but then after they decided that if my people wanted to go for a private room or whatever they call it,, I could come in...of course we all left and went elsewhere...the floor manager was the one who decided this, but refused to let me speak to his manager or anybody else, so after I left, with strippers begging and my buddies trying to reason with this fellow, the compromise was felt to be unjust, and likely had we been able to stay they would have spent much more on drinks and services than they would have had they been forced to sit in an expensive private room. The floor manager tried to impress with this vast knowledge and enlightening wisdom, but in the end, he looked like he was a tall man suffering from small man syndrome likely deciding that my long hair and beard were not to his liking, but instead of harassing me because of my natural Santa accessories, he went after my footwear. Too bad for the girls who lost out on some added revenue on what seemed to be a very quiet Saturday night, but their arrogant pompous floor manager had more floor available and less paying customers ready, willing and able to add to their bottom line for those willing to display and profit from shaking their bottoms...too bad the floor manager is an ass.