Another time on a busy Friday I was working with another guy (kind of rare to have 2 bartenders).
A guy walked in who resembled a walking steroid. He was jacked every which way.
Anyway, he was nice at the start, had maybe 2-3 rum and cokes and started trouble with some of the regulars.
The guy I was working with and I went over to kick him out. My buddy said,"You got to go" to the roid freak. Dude stares dead into our eyes and says,"OH, YOU WANT TO GO?!"
I look at Lance and nervously laughed.
One of the waitress's boyfriend walked calmly up to him and talked him down. They went over to a table for about 10 minutes while I called the cops.
Well, the boyfriend and the roid dude left together after a bit, and I found out later the boyfriend beat the ever-loving shit out of roid dude. The boyfriend was a local stud amateur boxer around Dodge.
Roid dude got what he wanted.