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June 24, 2003

Time & Place

Sunday after seeing a movie
with a friend, we went to grab a bite to eat at a place that
proclaimed it was a "tavern and eatery", however "sports
bar" is a more accurate description. As we were being seated, I was
struck by the number of families in the tavern. Families with young
children. Once we took our seats, I noticed there was a child's birthday
party in progress at the table next to us.

(A child's birthday party....at a bar....a birthday party for a 6 year old....at
a bar....on his birthday...at a bar.)

After a while, I noticed there was some guy at the bar watching a game on TV and
talking obnoxiously loud. Several tables turned to see who was being so
loud, including the birthday table. Then, it seemed a bar fight was about
to break out. Two guys, high on misguided macho testosterone, were
swaggering and doing the whole you-started-this-No-YOU-started-this routine.

It was fascinating to watch these idiots and I wondered if they would actually come to
blows over such a stupid thing. It was dinner and a show.

Then I looked around and noticed not a single staff member was doing anything to stop this.
They all looked like they were in their early twenties and had a
combined weight of 215 lbs. They went on doing their jobs oblivious to
what was going on. Finally one girl (the manager on duty?) asked them to settle down.

They did for like two minutes. Then it started again. One of them went
outside to wait for the other so they could have a smackdown in the parking
lot. The rest of the dinner was pretty mundane and when we left there was no pre- or
post- smackdown activities in the parking lot.

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