What was your best moment of, oh, I'm actually the bad guy here?

I used to work security at a college bar, and we would typically ask people to leave who were too intoxicated.

One night I was posted up in the DJ booth because it was our normal shoulder-to-shoulder level of busy,

and I watched this guy start stumbling and drinking his beer in a really weird way.

I make my way over to him

and tell him he has to leave because he's too drunk. He tries to tell me something, but I can't

understand what he said, because the music is so loud and he was slurring his words. We get

outside and he tells me that he has cerebral palsy, which was pretty obvious after the fact. He was

cool about it, and I let him back in,

but I don't think I've ever felt like a bigger jerk than that night. I have a buddy who has

muscular dystrophy. Once while in the liquor store, he had a bout of paralysis and collapsed.

The reaction from everyone in there was along the lines of, oh great, another drunk,

until he told them he has muscular dystrophy and physically

can't get up. He said it was kind of funny watching them to all scramble to help him after that.

You know when you get in an argument with someone and you come up with the perfect solution

for the situation after the fact? About two-thirds of the trains I get on from Dublin to

Cork, someone is sitting in a pre-booked

seat that doesn't belong to them, whether it's mine or another person.

And these people have all been cantankerous old geysers who have no desire whatsoever to shift

themselves from a seat they didn't reserve.

I had a man who was probably in his 80s, stand up to his full height, a foot shorter

than me, and bellow in

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