My boyfriend and I don’t get to spend a lot of time together, so this weekend while he was home, we decided to go out for some drinks. We had great service and the drinks were even better, but the entire experience was soured when we went to walk out the door (There were no clear distinctions between the ‘in’ and the ‘out’ doors and the door where we chose to exit had NO ONE walking through it.) and the bouncer says “Next time, go through the other door…” I looked to my left at the other door and there was a line of people and the ‘smoking section’ outside. We clearly wouldn’t have been able to get through. So, to Mr. RUDE doorman, “Next time, use the other door…” you say? Maybe there won’t be a next time.

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