Occasionally people who aren’t actually working at the door write in the notebooks too.
1:15 am: I noticed that one gentleman at the bar was starting to undo his belt. I quickly pointed this out to Dave who sprinted over to the guy, who by this time had completely dropped his pants. Dave promptly made Bob kick them out. Bob didn’t want to because the guy was a chef at a country club somewhere and Bob knows him. The guy was also with my doctor which was wierd. They had to leave.
Gosh, I hope that wasn’t me! You know how fast those pants come off during a crazy night! Whoohoo!
have you ever been a chef at a country club?
No, but once I clubbed a chef in the country. Does that count?