What I learned to like about many establishments around the world is their door policy hypocrisy. I cannot take my Swiss knife in: would I want to stab somebody, I'm to use in-house cutlery provided courtesy of the very same establishment. A beer glass is also proven to work just fine ever since Trainspotting.
What a convenience!
There can always be a Plan B if one's eager to enter: it's fine to pass the knife onto the chick one's with — who's gonna care to check her all-inclusive handbag?
Rightie-o. What is there to like?
When I don't feel like going to a place, I let them find the knife and tell them I cannot let them keep it for me while I'm there. Naturally, they turn me down and I leave, not hesitating for a single second. I'm happy to leave the party behind — as long as the girl I wanna stay with comes along. A gamble? Works flawlessly.
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