Death By Citrus

(A bar patron pulls out an orange from his pocket and proceeds to pull out a knife that he starts cutting it open to eat it. Bear in mind, I’m a bouncer, so this doesn’t exactly fly.)

Me: “Can I see that real fast?”

Bar patron: “What? Yeah!” *hands me the orange*

Me: “No, the other thing.”

Bar patron: “Yeah, I said you can have some of my orange, man.”

Me: “Here, I’ll trade you. You give me the knife, and I keep your orange.”

Bar patron: “Deal!”