Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Sint-Pancras is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. You think you’re safe, then BAM! You’re upside down.
So, I roll into work at this club on de Hoofdstraat, right? It’s a chill spot, but tonight? Oh boy, it was anything but chill. First off, the weather was all over the place. One minute it’s sunny, next it’s pouring. Typical Dutch, am I right?
I’m standing there, just minding my own business, when this dude comes up. He’s got a wild look in his eyes, like he just ran a marathon or something. Turns out, he’s lost his wallet. I mean, c’mon man! You can’t be that careless. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta keep track of your stuff!” But he’s all frantic, saying he had cash for drinks. I’m like, “Bro, I can’t let you in without ID.”
Then, outta nowhere, this group of girls shows up. They’re giggling and all, but one of ‘em trips on the curb on de Hoofdstraat. I swear, it was like a scene from a movie. She goes down hard, and I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh. But then she gets up, brushes herself off, and says, “I’m fine! Just testing the pavement!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.
But then, things got real. This guy, I swear he was like 7 feet tall, comes up to me. He’s got a scowl that could scare a lion. He’s all, “I’m getting in, man.” I’m like, “Nah, not tonight, buddy.” He starts yelling, and I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But then, his buddy steps in, and they start arguing. I’m just standing there, watching this drama unfold like it’s a soap opera.
Finally, I had to step in. I’m like, “Listen, man, you can’t just bully your way in.” He looks at me, and for a second, I think he’s gonna swing. But then he just storms off. Phew! That was a close one.
Later, I’m taking a breather outside on de Hoofdstraat, and I see this old couple walking by. They’re holding hands, and it’s kinda sweet, ya know? Makes you believe in love or whatever. But then, the old dude trips over a loose brick. I’m like, “Not again!” But he just laughs it off. “Guess I’m not as spry as I used to be!” Classic!
As the night goes on, I’m getting more and more tired. My feet are killing me. I’m thinking about that kebab place on de Hoofdstraat. You know the one? Best late-night snack ever. But I can’t leave my post. Duty calls, right?
Then, just when I think it’s winding down, a fight breaks out inside. I rush in, and it’s chaos. People are shouting, drinks are flying. I’m trying to separate these two guys, and one of ‘em shoves me. I’m like, “Dude, really? You wanna mess with me?” But I keep my cool. I’m not about to lose my job over some knuckleheads.
Finally, I get ‘em out. They’re yelling, but I’m just glad it’s over. I step outside for a breather, and it’s like the calm after the storm. The streets of Sint-Pancras are quiet now. I can hear the distant sound of a train from the station.
I’m exhausted but kinda pumped. It’s wild how one night can be so full of ups and downs. I think about that kebab place again. I’m so ready for it.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another crazy night in Sint-Pancras. Can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!