Old man...

I work in an 18 and up club. I'm a bouncer. We have a very strict dress code that we enforce. Well, some of the young people just don't like it. They feel they have to look like slobby thugs. Ok, whatever, not my problem.

I kick this guy out last night for his shirt that could fit me and another bouncer. He gets outside and tells the front door manager that "that old man" kicked me out. He was talking about me. Damn that little bastard. I realize that I have a beard and a balding head, but I'm not old. Not yet. I'm only 31. Talk about a kick to the balls.

The rest of the night I was like, man, I'm the old guy. I'm glad I don't try to talk to girls. You know I'd scare the hell outta' a little 18 year old fresh out of high school. I'd be the creepy old guy.

Don't come in the club again you little bastard. This old guy still has a lot of ass kickin' left in him. I'll bring my damn cane to work tonight. Maybe he'd like a ride on my walker?