Fascinating story. I got suckered into playing bouncer some at a bar... I'm big. I'm annoying. I can talk most anyone out of a fight but what amazed me is that I'd approach a "problem", (tensions would go up before they go down) and the crowd would pack around us so tight that you could barely move. My fear was less about the guy in front of me than what was supposed to happen with that crowd if it did get physical? I mean, it was packed like happens in a high school brawl, but much closer, like a small space in front of me and the rest was body to body. Any movement I made was going to "bump" someone. As I say, I'm annoying and there's more to it than that so it never came to a fight but the packing used to freak me out a little.

I was the only "bouncer" there so I suspect it was a little more dangerous than I knew.

The best was Hot Bodies contest on Tuesdays that paid good money to the winner. Dang. I remember her to this day.

... As an aside, I'm ... an odd combination, way too easy going, but I do know about that other guy in there. Others can see him easier. I've always stayed out of bars because at 10 or so, when the first one gets a full tank of gas, they come to me and give me the look of death. I finally learned to just say "so I must be the biggest and you must be the drunkest". It might take a few seconds but the response was always "out in the parking lot". Then though, I'd accept that the safest thing to do was quit avoiding the fight and that is when they'd always seem to sober up. A drunk would sober up instantly and get out of the fighting mood. I couldn't understand that. I did know I smiled at that point. It took me many years to figure out that what was happening and they were seeing was that when I finally gave in, it was the other guy that was actually smiling and the message was clear. "I get to"? I must have had some really anti-social ancestors.