Grandfather Isn’t Allowed inside the Club
So, there I was, just wanting to chill out, and I head to this club, right? But then, this security bouncer blocks my way.
Him: It’s a club. The nursing home’s down the street.
Me: Sir, I have a right to be here like everyone else…
Him: I don’t care, our boss cares about the reputation of the club. Get outta here!
Me: Your boss won’t be thrilled when he finds out who you didn’t let in.
Him: Who, the Pope? Don’t hold up the line, old fart, or I’ll throw you out!
As we were going at it, this thug comes at me saying, “Hey, grandpa, I have something for you,” and started to kick me, unaware that in fact, I am a retired special forces operative.
As he swung his leg towards me, I deftly stepped aside, grabbing his ankle and twisting it just enough to unbalance him. He stumbled, clearly not expecting any resistance. The bouncer looked shocked, but before he could react, I had the thug pinned to the ground with a swift maneuver.
