So I work at a bar. I'm a bouncer.
A floor guy to be specific. (In any bar, there's people assigned to the door, and people assigned to the floor- newbies get to stand in the rain and look at IDs while floor guys maintain order inside the joint).
Anyhow, I had kicked some guy out of the bar last week. No big deal. He was getting to loud to keep being served, so we let him finish his last round, and I walked him to the door.
So tonight, I'm standing with my back to the bar (my mistake) talking to a lovely young lady.
Someone pokes me real hard in the back of the neck.
I turn around, and I get punched in the mouth.
Of course, I moved to restrain the guy, and kept struggling and banging his head on the ground.
...
After the police and the ambulance left, I was left standing there holding a napkin up to my lip, and wondering where I went wrong in life.
Am I a self fulfilling prophecy?
Is this Jehovah's way of showing me my errors in life?
Then I realized, nope. I'd gladly take another couple of blows to the face to still not have to go to the Watchtower study in the mornning.
I don't know why I'm posting this, I'm just glad to be alive and free of cult mind control I guess.
Oh well, at least I got off early.