Well, mate, it's like this: when I visit those secret squirrel joints, I've got my eye on the "security" fellas. Now, most folks might find that a bit of a buzzkill, but not me. I see them for who they are and what they do, and I'm all for it.
So, here's the drill: I stroll in, say a cheery g'day to the bouncers, and throw 'em the classic, "You hanging outside or joining me in the VIP lounge?" But here's the twist - if it's my first rodeo at that joint or with that particular lady, I let those beefed-up guardians go in first. That way, I can give the gal a quick once-over and make sure she's a good match. Gotta keep the standards up, right?
Now, I've often wondered if the other blokes even notice these unsung heroes or if they just breeze on by without a care in the world. Some might be in their own world, and others might just give 'em the ol' cold shoulder.
But let me tell ya, I had a ripper of a day once. I was out in Arncliffe, all set to do a job, and one of these security legends let me in. But just as I was about to waltz into the unit, I had a lightbulb moment and thought, "Nah, this ain't the right address, mate!" We had a good chuckle about it, and I swung by later for a cuppa. Turns out, even in the most unexpected places, a laugh and a cuppa can make your day!