Douchebag...

I went to meet up with some friends the other night, which ended up taking me to a very crowded bar. We're talking elbow-to-elbow here; not a comfortable situation for me. Being creepy and anti-social, I tended to stand towards the back of the room as I sipped my drink. Before long, a security guy (or something) came and told me I couldn't stand where I was, as I was blocking the fire exit. This struck me as a hilarious supposition; it's as if he assumed that if there was a fire, I wasn't going to run. How can a flammable being with working legs ever truly be "blocking" a fire exit? I assured him that in the event of a fire, I'm perfectly comfortable being the first one out the door. He then asked me to leave. Douchebag...