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. . . I've had a few hardcore biker friends and KNEW that, unless I got in their face or insisted on insulting their club and/or friends repeatedly, I was in no more "danger" from them than from any other random person. . The last bar I tended was a "wrong-side-of-the-tracks blue-collar bar". Two waitresses... NO bouncer. A good owner who NEVER tried to second-judge my behavior when I was in the moment. He told me to handle all the trouble I was comfortable with so as to not become known as a "nuisance bar" to the local cops... but he told me to call them without hesitation if I felt the slightest need. I have pretty good judgment and never came out from behind the bar into something I couldn't handle (though it sometimes got physical). . About 10% of my customers were bikers. I never EVER had any kind of problems with them (our town had a "NO COLORS WORN IN BARS" regulation that relieved them of VAST amounts of "responsibilities" to protect the sometimes-self-admittedly-highly-questionable "honor" of their clubs). They DID moon me quite frequently. . The regular clientele was SO jaded and bored that I was never certain that any of them would step in if I made a mistake in my judgment and came out from behind the bar and started getting a SERIOUS, even possibly fatal ass-kicking. They might just sit there and enjoy the evening's "entertainment". Seriously. . I knew... I knew without a doubt that any biker in there would have my back. . They saw the inherent and ultimate wisdom in taking care of their bartender. ALSO seriously. . One night Charlie the Biker came in and mooned me as a greeting. . "Put it away, Charlie... I've seen it before." . Later, Charlie the Biker was sitting at the bar next to this woman who was absolutely STUNNING. She "come-hithered" me with her finger, told me that she had heard that I had been mooned earlier, and asked me what would happen to her if SHE mooned me. . She had the most incredible eyes. . I was SO proud of my response. . I looked over the bar, stepped back and told her that though I got mooned in there alla time... "ain't NONE of 'em ever looked like THAT!!!" . She stood up on her barstool. s-l-o-w-l-y dropped everything while facing me, and turned to S--L--O--W--L--Y bend over at the waist. . . . I LOVED my biker friends/customers!!! . . . I loved them SO much!!! . . .
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