My fear was that he'd use my post as additional entry to tell me about free-rotting-food, et. al.

If the bouncers are anywhere near the same, they'll flatten him after his first comment.



I once almost got a pounding because this dancer, Citra as I recall her name, kept coming back to sit on my lap after her set and lapdances. Honestly, I did nothing to deserve the attention. I think I reminded her of safety and her dad. Or, she just liked pissing off the mafia thug bouncer.