J'Mal, your story is rather similiar to what happened to us at the last show we were at…
We had been standing near the front at a three band show for about two hours. The show was sold out and packed. We were standing next to a couple of rather short women. There was also a large group of people near us, a couple of whom we had chatted with briefly between bands.
As the headliner was about to go on, a couple of big haired hags came pushing through the crowd, doing the pretend to be meeting someone up front, then stopping. They stopped in such a way that they both obscured the view of the short women, and had their boobs practically sticking into my wife's back.
My wife told them they needed to move on, the refused and started giving shit back to her. A couple of the people we had chatted with started mocking them and telling them to move on. Finally, they did.
But five minutes later, just as the headliner started playing, 9:30 staph came and pulled us out of the audience and took us to the back, saying that there were two crying women who my wife had elbowed. Total bullshit fabrication. Man, I tell you…what women get away with when they turn on the tears. We told the staph person our side of the story, and they weren't convinced. Luckily, one of the people we had been standing next to heard that we had been whisked away, and came to the back and corroborated our story. And we were set free.
Also, lucklily, we managed to squirm our way back to where we had been standing.
The end.
Originally posted by J'Mal:
it was a goodl, punchy show, but yes, some of them look like they should hit the stairmaster once in a while.
and what is with the crowd????
Talk about a dork-o-rama….
One little mini-mothersbaugh in a hawaiian shirt was totally mental. He rudely jammed himself in front of us, knocking into a beer held by this girl next to me. I said something like, "hey, watch it," and he totally exploded. Got in my face and screamed at me, "WHERE DO YOU WANT ME TO GO?????" Mind you, this guy is about half my height.
Then he started accusing me of threatening him. He cowered to the floor and covered his head, pointing at me, making a big scene about how I was threatening him. Then he told the people in front of us to protect him from me, and…. took the space in front of them.
I thought it was a mental scam to get closer to the stage, but he spent much of the show looking back at me and cowering, so maybe he was just a nut.
I'm wondering, what would the club do in a case where one patron accuses another of harrassing and/or violent behavior? (Assuming, of course, security saw no such contact because it is a total fabrication)