Good, serves him right. Hope he found another place to work.
A bunch of illegals had come in and were trying to take over the bar and turn it into a Mexican bar.
About 5 or six had surrounded my buddy at the juke box and told him he couldn't play any music except what they wanted.
One of the illegals told another one to go get Big John.
When Big John walked up guess who it was?
My buddy turned around to look at Big John, and Big John almost crapped his pants.
The guys name wasn't John, my buddy had taken to calling him Harold for some reason, said he looked like a Harold.
My buddy reached up and grabbed him by the ear and gave it a good twist and said hello Harald, are these your friends?
My buddy said “Harold you and your friends are going to leave and not come back.”
One of the illegals asked Big John if he was going to let him talk to him like that.
Harold said yes there's two of them in here.
I damn near fell out of my chair laughing.
The bartender lost it when my buddy led Harold out the door by his ear and all the illegals followed.
We drank free beer all night.