Only bad ones at bad places. I used to be a bouncer for years.

I was a guardian of “you” and my bartenders. I got you home safe, got rid of sexual predators and creeps, and gave you a light for your cigarettes and joints even though I don’t smoke either anymore. Someone to chat with at length when you were just there because you had to. I suppose I would boost the occasional self-esteem too :]

I would also beat people up and sometimes pepper spray their mouth and eyeballs if they were violent assclowns. Such is life!