We've talked about lines here before, but it's always a hot topic that deserves to be revisited.
Every once in awhile, I run into an acquaintance who was recently at The Sandbar and had to wait in line. Whether it was 5 minutes or half an hour, they give me an earful about how they don't understand why they had to wait in line, because they know me. (Or they know Dave, or Peach, or "the owner." It's all the same).
What's funny about this is that it's never a close friend who makes this complaint; it's always someone we know who's a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend. In other words, someone who wouldn't think to call and invite us to a party, but by God, we shouldn't make them wait in line at The Sandbar.
The thing people don't understand is this: we WANT you to come inside. We want ALL of you to come inside. Whether we know you or not. We want you to spend your money, buy drinks, tip our bartenders, sing and dance and have fun. We don't want to make anyone wait outside.
Unfortunately, our legal capacity is only 49 based on fire codes. If we let everyone in whenever they wanted, not only would we be violating fire codes and subject to a hefty fine, but it would also be unsafe.
So, don't take it personal when you have to wait in line; we don't enjoy making people wait. It has nothing to do with your status as a person. It's a necessary evil and we all have to do it at one time or another.
In fact, the last time someone complained to me about this, I had spent about twenty minutes waiting in line that night too.