My mom came through with an assist this past weekend.

She came up to the door and told me about a girl who was thinking of laying down in the bathroom.

That's never a good sign. Her friend was in the bathroom stall with her, trying to talk her out of it.

Which, I mean, is also a no-no, but she was trying.

We got the girl outside. She threw up and tried to come back inside. Shocked that I wasn't giving her carte blanche access back into the bar, she attempted to use her "I work in the hospital" card as leverage. 

Yes, I understand you do good things. But throwing up outside a bar at 1:25 a.m. is not one of them.

All of this was happening as another girl was trying to gain access without her ID. She claimed she was 25 and a half, had her temporary ID, suspended license receipt for speeding, her employee ID, and her social security card.

I gave her the Hawaiin Hang Loose hand sign and she stormed off in a huff.

I used up my ID taking space in the last post. 

So I'll leave you with a quote from Smallville.

Oliver Queen (Green Arrow) to Clark Kent: "You sit around in domestic bliss, curled up on a couch while a world of trouble spins outside your door."

I am the Green Arrow. Superman is the Bar. Every customer is Lex Luthor.