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.