Back in the halcyon days of college, where i had a reputation for being the rusty warren of western washington university, i was once asked to break up a party.
a friend of mine called one saturday night around 11:30 pm or so, sounding somewhat anxious. 'could you come over to my party? no one's leaving and i'm tired.' 'what do you want me to do?' i asked, even though i already knew the answer. 'just come over and get people to leave,' Wendy (not her real name) replied wearily. this was typical behavior on her part. she wouldn't invite me to her parties, but she wanted me to do what she didn't have the moxie to do herself: nudge people out the door.
what she wanted was an obnoxious party crasher who would make people so uncomfortable they would leave right away, so of course she thought of me right away. in those days of pot smokin', grateful dead listening-to laid-back-ness and mellowness to the max, i was a walking talking showboater who never shut up. in a college full of hippies, i was the anti-hippie.
so i showed up, was appropriately loud and bumptious, and everyone left within five minutes. 'thank you' said Wendy. 'oh, you're quite welcome,' i replied. 'but maybe next time you could just put on some Mantovani.'