As the Summer concert season is drawing to a close I realise that I've been lax in my promise to myself to write more. So here I present in roughly chronological order, some experiences that I thought were funny, unbelievable, or downright insane from some of the last shows I've worked in as short a form as I can compress each one. There's one that cannot be compressed. One bought of utter insanity that will make it's own thread. But I'm going to save that one. Polish it, and shine it up real pretty for whatever audience I may have.
Here's my two disclaimers. First, there will be offensive materials within. They may not offend you personally. They may make you so offended you want my head on a pike. That's great. Feel free to bitch and moan about my use, and everyone else in the stories' use, of whatever language you deem inappropriate. We're all terrible people. That said, bitch all you want. Just do it quietly and to yourself. If you want to debate about anyones actions or motivations that's one thing. But let's all be grownups and just say that "words will never hurt me" okay? Second, details have been changed. For legal purposes this is all fiction. Depending on the situation I may have to protect the innocent, or the guilty. So just take these as what they are, amusing stories that I completely made up, but probably didn't.
Thanks in advance,
Your pal Rockwulf
1. "Oops, sorry Sylvester"
One of the venues I work at has lawn seating. For anyone not familiar with lawn seating and too stupid to piece it together from the name, we have seating. On a giant lawn. Now I don't know what it is about grass that makes "civilized city folk" go upside down batshit; but it does. Enter Toby Keith. Now I know you all want me to take this time and tear Mr. Keith's fans' a new collective asshole and make fun of their faux-patriotic redneck ways but I honestly can't. The crowd was one of the most well behaved and genuinely polite crowds I've dealt with and for more than a few of them, the patriotism is as real as it comes. But I digress. I was posted on the back of the lawn in the corner and I had just arrived back on my post from taking in a guy who was pissing on the wall. When I returned to my area I saw about five or six guards involved in an incident so I decided to go see what was going on and offer whatever help I could. When I got about fifteen feet away from this mess, a guy breaks and runs for it with one of our smaller and slightly more "oompa-loompa" proportioned guards waddling in pursuit. So all I know about this situation is:
a. There's a problem.
b. There's a guy running from the problem, being pursued by Security.
c. The particular Security in question stands no chance of catching the particular guy.
So I take off after the guy, I peg him with my flashlight beam and I'm able to follow him for about twenty yards over blankets and lawn chairs and around patrons. When I get within arms length of the dude, I lunge, turning my big ass into a cannonball with hands. I wrapped my left arm around the front of his chast, grabbing his right shoulder at the same moment my flying mass crashes chest-first into his back like a tubby freight train of justice. I swear to god when the two of us hit the ground, it should have left a crater. As it was we skidded several feet, me riding the guy like a boney toboggan. When we came to a stop I already had the dude in a headlock so I just yanked him up and started dragging him stumbling along off the lawn. I was herding him towards the Security office, Oompa Loompa in tow when Oompa taps my shoulder and says, "Let him go."
"Let him go? Seriously?"
"Yeah, I want to talk to him."
So I let the guy down and immediately 2 girls that had been following us, unbeknownst to me at the time, ran over to me while Oompa was getting the dude to his feet. The two girls were yelling at me, "He didn't do anything! He's okay! What are you doing?" and I addressed them in my most businesslike tones that, "That's what we're trying to figure out. We're going to talk to him now. Just give us a minute to figure out what's going on." The girls said okay and backed off and I turned my attention to the guy who now looked quite scared. Now bear in mind, it has taken you probably 4 times longer to read this than it actually took to happen. This dude got the full "Shock and Awe" treatment, which is funny if you know Toby Keith's material at all.
So Oompa gets the guy standing and says to him, "What I really want to know is, why you decided to spit in my face."
The guy, totally seriously, puts his hand between his mouth and Oompa and says, "I'm thowwy, I habe a thpeech impedament."
Ho........ly.......fuck!
As I gather the details from the guy and the 2 girls, there was a fight on the lawn between two men. Neither of which was my guy. But my guy saw what happened. When Security got wind of the fight and went to break it up. My guy ran over to tell Security what happened and because of his speech impediment sent some saliva into Oompa's face. Because of what usually happens during confrontations, which is to say, people spitting in our faces, Oompa misunderstood the gesture.
I put my hand on the guys shoulder and said, "I'm very sorry you had to deal with that sir. I hope you enjoy the show." Then I turned to Oompa and said, "Dude, this was all you. You started the chase, you make it right." And went back to assist with the real problem, feeling like a complete asshole.
Lesson to the public: Calm the fuck down! Understand that our first goal is to get everyone safe and calm in fight situations. And the more elements thrown in, the less predictable things get. If you've got something to say in the matter, do it calmly. Do not run over to a guy who's already trying to restrain someone who's acting crazy and yelling and start acting crazy and yelling. It make's it hard to determine friend from foe. We're not some secret police who is going to take your friend out back and shoot him because some drunk took a swing at him. You'll be able to say your piece and we make every effort to get the facts straight. But while we're looking out for your safety, we're making our own a priority. So 100% of the time, we're going to side with the guy who's wearing the same shirt.
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