My ex, who was a total fox, was approached by a rather inebriated younger guy while I was gone to men's room. When I returned he was insisting that she dance with him. The amusing part of it was that the band was on break. LOL She politely said no for the 4th time and grabbed her by the arm and said "comon baby, we are gonna dance". I tapped him on the shoulder and said "the lady said no thank you, its time for you to leave". He said LOUDLY "who the hell do you think YOU are?" I said I think I'm her husband, and I think you are screwed, then backed up 3 steps and rammed his stomach into the edge of the bar. I could hear all the air come out of him and he collapsed to the floor. I told my buddy Gary to grab his ankles and I picked up his arms. We carried him out to the the elevated loading dock out the rear of the club. A rent-a-cop looked at us carrying him and I said he had grabbed my wife. The cop grinned and nodded. I started counting slowly. ONE.....TWO.....THREE and we tossed him into the open top of the dumpster which was filled with broken down beer boxes. He landed softly and was totally unharmed. That part was fun, but watching him try to get out of the dumpster for ten minutes was as much fun as I've ever had. To my total amazement the guy came back in the club, over to where we were, and sincerely apologised.