The bar was a local restaurant and prominent college student hangout. The drinking age was 18 so every weekend students flocked to Elmers Place for lots of fun. The first night I was there the owners had friends show up to visit. They invited me to sit down with them and plyed me with drinks. At the end of the night I told them I would quit the job if that was to be the standard. Drinking and bouncing is not a good idea.
I was the solo bouncer in a crowd of one hundred and fifty patrons! No backup, no one to cover my back, another lack of planning because I had not thought much of it. About two weeks in, it was alumni weekend and the school was populated by an extra thousand people visiting and that Saturday night they all wanted to be partying at Elmers.
There was an unruly group of alumni in the dining room. One of the guys was sitting in his chair and driving it around the room like it was a car. I tapped him on the shoulder and asked that he refrained from the activity so as not to possibly injure anyone. He stood up, reached out and grapped me by the shirt and raised his fist. I hit him so hard he flew back with my shirt still in his hand. He had ripped it completely off of me.
After throwing him out, I asked the bartender (a biker guy) why he didn't help me. He responded " I wanted to see what you could do"!
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