Those were bouncers?

Well my last day there was St. Patty's day. We decided to hit up the local Irish pub, and when I say the local Irish pub, I mean the place where all the Irish people go, because they didn't want to make the 45 minute trip home. Yeah I was that close...so we had some beers and heard some Irish jigs. As we were walking out, these large black men held the door open for me, so as I walked out I turned to hold the door for them thinking it was the polite thing to do. Um they just looked at me, Dan had went back inside to, "say goodbye" what the hell is that some European thing, "say goodbye"! Ha, this is me scoffing! Anyway so as these tall men are just staring at me I get uncomfortable and walk away. Let me explain what these guys looked like. Again I am not the most PC person, so basically they looked like two tall starving Ethiopians. Yes tall and skinny. Now when Dan explained that they were the bouncers, all sorts of questions ran through my head, "if you owned an Irish bar, wouldn't you want someone who was your bouncer to look like they could hold down a 98 year old Irish woman, instead of looking like they would want to borrow her purse? Or maybe someone who could stand at the door on a windy night without mysteriously disappearing? How about a bouncer that didn't have to duck to come into the bar?" I think bouncer I think short stocky wrestling looking mo-fo. You know?! I mean I am a bouncer, I could have kick the crap out of those two had I been blind, bound, gagged and naked! So yeah the thought crossed my mind that I should beat the bouncers up just to say that I had, but then I thought...You are wanted by the Belgian Government...be good!