Shattering The Rest Of His Fun Night Out

I used to be an assistant manager in a nightclub. I mostly managed the bookings, hostesses, table packages, etc.

One night, one of my girls accidentally smashed a glass while clearing a table, so I ran over with a dustpan and brush to clear it as quickly as possible while she continued clearing the table. It’s obviously quite hard to see in a dark nightclub with lights flashing around, and I was on my hands and knees trying to sweep up as much of the glass I could find.

One belligerently drunk guy was stood next to me going:

Customer: “You missed a spot… You missed a spot… You missed another spot…”

It was three am and I was knackered and had had enough.

Me: “Will you shut up and let me do my job?!”

He huffed and walked away. A little while later, he walked past me while I was with the general manager, and he shouted over the music to make sure I heard:

Customer: “F****** slag!”

My manager grabbed him by his collar and threw him out there and then, no questions asked.