I'll bet you would if somebody let you zap them for say, oh, fifty bucks? :rolf
:rolf perhaps I would at that DE
Something similarly related to that is the time I was bouncing at night [ weekends ] for a large Marina just south of Boston that had an outside bar, but it was with a stun gun.
This was back in 85 and they hadn't really hit the market yet on the east coast. I'd received it from another member of the protection team I worked with out at the Flynt mansion in Bel Air, Ca as a gift after I related the below situations on the weekends.
We'd stay open till 2am, and most every Friday or Sat. night about 1am we'd see a pig pile of a fight, people jumping into the fray until there'd be 7-10 people on each other. I carried the stun gun [ it was only 30,000 volts back then ] in my back pocket where no one could see it.
I'd used it a few times on the pig piles by zapping the one on top and rolling him off for other bouncers to clear, and repeat and rinse until the pig pile was diminished and we could get to the two initiators at the bottom of the pile
This little skinny bar-back who thought he was a tough nut saw it one time while I was using it and asked me what to hell it was I had. I showed him the unit, turned it on, letting the spark arc and buzz, He said he wanted me to use it on him, and I told him NO.
He bugged me for a couple of weeks until I relented, telling him "after work when everyone's gone". Comes 3am, bar is closed and cleaned up, everyone is getting ready to head out and he approached me ready to get hit.
He had a light nylon windbreaker on. I told him to stick his arm out and I'd just turn it on and off while touching him and see what he thought. Well, it was as fast as I could squeeze the button and get off it, real quick little zap just to see what he thought.
His eyes bugged out of his head, his arm seized up, his hand looked like it was crippled like you see people with bad cases of arthritis in that instant. He pulled away and I'll never forget what he said with deep fear in his eyes and voice trembling as he backed away-----
"Don't f*****ing touch me with that again" and I did that for free :rolf
Soon after that, management called me in to the office and asked me to not carry it while working
Sold it to the bar-back for $100.00 at the end of the summer season when the outside bar closed. :thumsup
Brownie