Have I ever mentioned how much fun it is to deal with a bunch of drunks on a Saturday night?

That you get all the fun of a single belligerent asshole, then dial it to 11 because as bad as that one asshole may be, his buddies will be there to egg him on to even greater levels of stupidity?

Especially if the head drunk is also the center of some celebration, so by telling them to (say…) quiet the fuck down because they’re disturbing others at o’dark thirty, they take it as an insult and only crank up the stupidity further?

And the only way you might avoid needing to call the cops on their asses is because one of them hasn’t yet reached the legal BAL for the night and is rational enough to try to be diplomatic, rather than suggesting that the leader kick your ass?

No? Huh, must just be me then…//////