So there I was, keen on unwinding at the latest hot spot in town, when a bouncer decided my geriatric self was no match for their trendy establishment.
Him: “It’s a club. The nearest bingo hall is a few blocks down.”
Me: “Excuse me, but I have every right to be here just like anyone else.”
Him: “We care about our image here. Take a hike!”
Me: “Your boss will have kittens when he realizes who you’ve been turnin’ away.”
Him: “What are you, the Pope? Move it, grandpa, or I’ll handle this the hard way!”
At this point, a tough-looking guy showed up and decided to join the fun. “Hey, old timer, here’s something extra for you,” he said, aiming a kick squarely at me. Little did he know, this ‘grandpa’ had a secret up his sleeve – I’m a retired special forces agent.
As his leg swung toward me, I sidestepped just in time, capturing his ankle mid-air and giving it a twist. He wobbled, clearly not expecting this turn of events. The bouncer’s face dropped but before he could make any more poor decisions, I had the thug pinned to the ground.
Me: “Next time, show some respect for your elders.”
The bouncer stepped back, his eyes wide with shock. Tossing off my jacket, I confidently walked into the club, leaving a small crowd of jaw-dropped patrons behind. The music’s bass reverberated through the air, filling me with a triumphant sense of satisfaction. Sure, I’ve got a few more wrinkles and a head full of gray hair, but trust me, age hasn’t taken away my edge.
The inside of the club was a dazzling chaos of lights and noise. Making my way to the bar, I ordered a drink. The bartender, sporting bright pink hair, gave me a nod of respect.
Bartender: “Heard about what went down outside. Not bad…for an old-timer.”
Me: “Just looking to enjoy an evening, you know?”
Sipping my drink, I couldn’t help but grin. I might’ve started the evening with an unexpected battle, but it was ending just the way I wanted it. And as for that bouncer and his buddy, they’ve hopefully learned a crucial lesson: don’t mess with elders who have a mysterious past.
