I just don't yell enough at strange drunk people. Really, what do I have to worry about, I am pretty much bigger than everyone at the bar except perhaps the bouncer, and as I recall the last time a bouncer yelled at me I sassed him. Ellen, some dude who looks like Ellen Degeneres, got mad at me when I went down some stairs that where apparently off limits. I explained to him that it wasn't marked and not my problem. He thought it was, but didn't do anything about it. On Saturday I pounded back a few beers, and on the way out some rude dude pushed us out of the way because we were moving to slow. I kept yelling at him and ended it with... 'Ha ha we got a cab and at the end of the night all you have is your hand in your pants'. Class am I.