A Front Row Seat To The Stupid Show

I work at a concert venue. I am checking people’s tickets to make sure they actually have front-row seats before letting them into the front-row section.

Some guy, obviously very drunk, comes up to me and tries to walk into the front-row seating stairway.

Me: “Hey, you have to have a front-row seat to go back there.”

Drunk Guy: “What?”

Me: “A ticket. Can you show me your ticket?”

Drunk Guy: *Pause* “No.”

Me: “Okay, then you can’t come in.”

Drunk Guy: “Yeah, I can. Watch this.”

He then grabbed my arm and tried to drag me down the stairs with him. He got kicked out by security. 

I was fifteen at the time, for the record.