Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Mohács is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. You never know what’s comin’ next. So, I roll into work at this club on Széchenyi Street, right? The sun’s just settin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I’m standin’ there, checkin IDs, and this dude comes up. I swear, he’s got more bling than a Christmas tree. Gold chains, rings, the whole shebang. I’m like, “Bro, you sure you’re not a rapper?” He laughs, but then I see his eyes. He’s wasted. I mean, like, “I just swam in a bottle of vodka” wasted. I tell him to chill, but he starts gettin’ all loud and rowdy. Ugh, typical.
Then, outta nowhere, this girl runs up. She’s got this wild hair, like she just got electrocuted. She’s shoutin’, “My friend’s inside! You gotta let me in!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s not a free-for-all.” But she’s persistent, man. I can’t help but admire her spirit. So, I let her in, but I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna end badly.”
Fast forward a bit, and I’m on the corner of Kossuth Lajos utca, just tryin’ to catch my breath. The vibe’s wild tonight. People are spillin’ outta bars, laughin’, fightin’, and just bein’ loud. I love this city, but sometimes it feels like a circus. Mohács is small, but it’s got heart, ya know? The Danube’s right there, and it’s beautiful, but tonight? It’s like the river’s flowin’ with chaos.
Suddenly, I hear a commotion. I turn, and it’s that same dude from earlier. He’s tryin’ to pick a fight with some poor guy. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re not in a movie!” But he’s not havin’ it. I step in, and it’s like I’m a referee in a boxing match. I push him back, and he’s all, “You can’t do this!” I’m like, “Watch me.”
Finally, I get him outside, and he’s shoutin’ about how he’s a VIP. I’m like, “Yeah, a VIP in the ‘Get Outta Here’ club.” I swear, some people just don’t get it. Mohács is a chill place, but you mess with the vibe, and I’m the one who’s gotta clean it up.
After that, I’m feelin’ a bit drained. I grab a quick bite at this little place on Rákóczi Street. Best lángos in town, no joke. I’m munchin’ away, thinkin’ about how crazy the night’s been. Then, I see a couple walkin’ by, hand in hand, lookin’ all lovey-dovey. Makes ya feel good, right? But then, bam! They trip over a curb, and it’s like a scene from a rom-com gone wrong. I can’t help but laugh.
As the night rolls on, I’m back at the door, and it’s like a parade of characters. There’s this old guy, probably in his 70s, tryin’ to sneak in. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not foolin’ anyone.” He just winks and says, “I’ve still got it!” I can’t even. Mohács is full of surprises, man.
By the end of the night, I’m exhausted. I’m thinkin’ about how I love this job, but some nights, it’s like herding cats. I head home, walkin’ along the riverbank, and it hits me. Mohács is my kinda place. It’s messy, it’s loud, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen. But I’m ready for it. Bring it on!