grodscorp@grods.comLuckiest man alive
 | Posted by Scott on Saturday 16 August 2008, 12:15 pm Categories: Larfs, Melbourne Tags: Tags: DoorNazis, DressCodes |
Last night we had a big staff social dinner at a restaurant in the city, and afterwards a half dozen or so of us moved on from the restaurant to have some more drinks. The laydeez (which is everyone but me — that’s primary school teaching for you) wanted to go to a very proper club on Collins St, and when we approached the door Nazis they took one long look at me like I was a piece of shit on their shoes. You see, all the girls were looking very nice indeed in their going out clothes, while I was resplendent in jeans, t-shirt, grungy jacket and very, very blue sneakers. One of the door Nazis took a deep breath and looked at me in a resigned fashion.
“You’re the luckiest man alive, mate,” he said, shaking his head.
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“You’re not wearing a collared shirt, you’re not dressed very smartly, and your shoes are very, very blue,” Nazi replied.
“They are very blue,” I agreed with him.
“But you’re with six ladies so today’s your lucky day,” he told me as if he was God.
“I feel honoured to be allowed entry into your club,” I told him solemnly, while laughing on the inside at how pathetic he and his club were.
“Just stand in a dark corner,” Nazi instructed me while lifting the rope.
