The story goes like this:
My roommate and I are in line to enter the bar, our third for the night. We’re in the door and my roommate proceeds to hand the guy behind the cash register money. I watch nonchalantly as he hands her change, and then out of nowhere these two blondes cut in front of us, telling the guys working that they’d already paid cover earlier. Immediately the guys demand to see their stamps, because in order to re-enter the bar without paying cover again you had to have had your hand stamped before leaving. Meanwhile, my roommate and I are standing behind these girls, waiting for them to get through so that she can get through and I can pay my cover.
The blondes go in, and my roommate follows after them. Well lo and behold, the guy at the cash register immediately stops her and demands payment. Flabbergasted, my roommate says she literally just paid him, seconds before the girls had rudely interrupted. The guy doesn’t believe her and asks to see a stamp. Again, my roommate insists that she had literally just paid the cover and never moved an inch. This guy, whom I shall dub D.A. (for Dumb. Ass.), says she can’t go in without a stamp, and if she doesn’t have a stamp then she’s gotta pay up.
This is when I explode. I start telling the guy that we’ve been standing there the whole time and that I saw him hand her change just minutes ago. Things get a little hazy, mostly because of the adrenaline and alcohol that rushes through me at this point. I’m arguing with D.A., and he eventually stands up and starts intimidating me and gets into my face. For a moment I think about retaliating, but I restrain myself from doing something physical. The other guy working behind the door, handing out raffle tickets, sides with D.A. and even the boys behind us in line say they don’t remember her paying either. I am livid, furious, beyond pissed off at this point and try really hard not to start busting shit up around the place (I know I’m a “short little Asian girl” but don’t fucking mess with me like that). D.A. proceeds to try and kick us out, shouting, “Get these bitches out of here.”
Finally I go back outside to where the bouncers are. I go to the one who gave me my wristband and ask him, “We just got here, right? We literally just got our wristbands!” I explain, somewhat, the situation and they point me to a guy dressed in a black peacoat, who goes inside to fix the problem. He tells D.A. to let us in; D.A. eventually agrees to let my roommate in but not me. The guy in the coat basically asks me to placate D.A. and just apologize for “yelling” at him. I flat out refuse at first, then give him a halfhearted “Whatever, sorry” before shoving money in his face and storming into the bar.
I hate the male species. I hate this town. I have never been more ready to get the fuck out of college.