Working at a bar or a club can earn you some good money. Unfortunately, dealing with drunk people, cover charges, and entitled drunk people can get annoying. It's the price you have to pay for some pretty sweet untaxed money.
He writes:
I used to work as a bouncer/doorman at a bar that charged a $2 cover on weekend nights. Everyone paid to get in, with only one exception, party buses. We agreed with the different party bus operators that if they brought their groups to our bar, they would get in for free. (lively crowds are good for business)
So one night, I'm working, and a guy comes in with his girlfriend, and I tell him it's two bucks a head. He grumbles about it, and I give him the same line I tell anyone who complains: 'A $2 cover is the cheapest thing you will buy here tonight. You might want to go elsewhere if you can't afford it.' He doesn't want to look cheap in front of his lady, so he pays.
A couple of minutes later, he's back, saying he just talked to some people who didn't have to pay and wants to know why he got singled out. I tell him about the party bus rule and say those people must have come in on a bus.
He motions toward some people sitting with his girlfriend and tells me, 'You didn't charge my friends, and they didn't come on a bus.' I recognized the people, and when they came in, I asked them if they were from the bus, and they said yes. So they lied to me, It happens, and I usually wouldn't worry about it.
I tell him, well, it sounds like I made a mistake. I guess it is their lucky night. (That's my hint to him that he should let it go) That's not good enough for him. He gets louder and demands I refund his $4 'to keep things fair.' I've had it with him. I tell him, 'You're right. It's not fair. Let me fix it for you.' He smirks because he thinks he's getting a refund, but he doesn't realize all I'm giving is some sweet MC.
His smirk disappeared when I stepped away from the cash drawer and walked over to where his friends were sitting. In my most polite voice, I said, 'Hey, sorry to bother you guys, but there's a $2 cover tonight, and your friend told me you didn't pay. I misheard you when I asked if you were with the party bus, but I need to collect the cover from you now.'
The looks of betrayal they gave him were priceless. I collected their covers, smiled, and loudly thanked him for being so honest. Then I walked back to my post and watched them rip him a new one.
Stabbmaster says:
Over two damn dollars. That's not even much, even if this occurred in the '80s. It's just a tiny amount that makes sure the cheapskates, known for causing problems, to look elsewhere to be pests. Money well spent, I'd say.
talldrseuss says:
As someone that lives in NYC, a $2 cover is insanely cheap; you'll never see that here.
RickMuffy says:
I'm more annoyed at small covers than large ones. Some weird psychology tells me that a $10-$20 dollar cover is getting me a better experience, whereas five bucks just feel like a surcharge.
OP, the way you use other people's words makes me think you'd be a successful politician.