I wondered if being a bouncer was a good job for someone with a criminal record. Maybe Doyle’s doesn’t know. Maybe they don’t care as long as unruly customers are efficiently hustled quickly and quietly out the door.
No one likes to go to a club where troublesome patrons are not controlled. One thing I did know for sure…the bouncers didn’t last very long at Doyle’s.
Just so you know…aside from last night…bouncers for the most part do not need to keep an “eye” on me. However…my dear, sweet, friend Hannah was another story.
She was your “typical happy drinker”. And sometimes after her 3rd or 4th margarita she became everyone’s best friend…whether they wanted a new best friend or not.
And that is when a friendly bouncer would come over to help…since at this point Hannah would refuse to listen to me when I suggested it may be time to leave.
However, an understanding and sympathetic bouncer gently guiding her out the door worked every time. They all knew Hannah and loved her. Everyone loved the beautiful and charming Hannah.
They all liked me…I was the good friend and for the bouncers who were single, I was their link to Hannah and possibly her phone number. I was not above being bribed.
So on many weekend nights…the last thing Hannah heard was “That’s it Karla, time for you to go home.”