A group of guys came up to the door. They started handing their cover charge to the doorguy.

Random Guy: Uh, guys, can we *not* come in here? (said to his friends)

Doorguy John: What’s the matter, ex-girlfriend?

Random Guy: Yeah.

Doorguy John:
What kind of ex-girlfriend?

Random Guy:
The mean kind.

They put their dollars back in their wallets and quickly left.