Luck of the bounce

When a bouncer denies someone entry or asks them to leave, that tends to be that. Like sporting referees, these security enforcers aren't known for changing their minds. There are rare exceptions, though...

I was once asked to leave a pub because I'd "had enough to drink". Musta been wobbly. I took it calmly and walked downstairs and onto the footpath with the bouncer, explaining I'd have to wait around because I couldn't get home without my non-drinking friend inside to drive me. Incredibly, the bloke let me go back in on the condition that I didn't buy any more beer. "I'll be watching you," he warned. I obeyed and everything was fine.

Another time, we were at the casino and RB had a craving for Macca's. He left to grab a bite, then returned to find the bouncer wouldn't allow him through the door again. R.'s solution was to go into a nearby gents, reverse his coat, slick back his hair and basically tidy himself up. He made it through the door on his second attempt. OK, so that wasn't so much a bouncer changing his mind as not recognising the fella he'd turned away.

LA told me about an occasion when he was either denied access due to white trainers or knew he would be, so he hid 'em in a bush and successfully entered the venue in black socks. I can't recall the specifics. I think it involved him joining a group so his feet weren't conspicuous. Again, not a bouncer relenting as such. Did I say "rare exceptions" plural? Maybe it's only happened once in human history - and I was the lucky person!