The Deuce Goose

when shit happens, it usually happens in my mouth

5.10.2004

I was out drinking this past weekend and one of the bars I went to employed a door man / bouncer, not that uncommon, except this door man was retarded. In my brief conversation with him I would put him somewhere between Forrest Gump retarded and Corky from Life Goes On retarded, erring to the side of Corky. I think it's well documented enough on this site what an enormous fan I am of retards but I have to question the wisdom of having a retard door man. Sure his prodigious, mutant strength and invulnerability to physical pain could be an advantage were a fight to break out, but in his Hulk-esque confusion could he not injure bar patrons not involved in the fight? Perhaps he's not there to break up any fights but just to check IDs etc. In such a role his mental handicap makes accomplishing his goal difficult. I mean, he seemed like a healthy, strapping, young retard to me but I'm pretty sure I could have handed him my mother's ID and been ushered through the door. There's also the possibility his autistic talent is in verifying false / forged documents in which case the bar was employing the bar industry's equivalent of the DEA's drug dogs, except the retard costs them minimum wage and probably wouldn't lick peanut butter off your brown hole. Autistic talents not withstanding, I'm all for the guy having a job and he probably gets mad pussy as the door guy but it seems to me this may be a situation where a job was given to a retard because he was a retard and not because he could perform the job adequately.