From RHUer

I was struck speechless. As a bouncer, I've dealt with complete and utter bullshit. I've dealt with people who threw chairs. I've wrestled a man who was buckass fucking naked to the floor and sat on him while he sang praises to Chuck Norris. (I've also looked my boss in the eye and told him that doing the last one was not what I aspired to ever do, or expected to have to do when I signed up for this job, and I better get a sweet fucking bonus out of this. My boss delivered, FYI.)

But I've always had a functioning brain in these situations. The first time I was ever struck speechless was when I was on door duty and a woman with a baby in her arms asked me, "What do you mean I can't bring my 6 month old baby into the nightclub?"

I think I muttered something about no underaged customers allowed.

It was much later that my brain went into a rant: "Lady, even if we pretend that there's no alcohol/drugs/holy-shit-what-is-that-stuff on the premises, this place is PACKED with a fuckton of people, not all of whom I would trust to leave an unattended purse alone, much less a fucking baby. Combine that with music at a volume capable of shaking a learjet to pieces (and music lyrics that are not at all kid friendly), and strobe lights fit to put an epileptic into a week long coma, and I just cannot imagine for the life of me why you would WANT to bring a baby into this place!"