Gesundheit sometimes.
o:o
My strangest story is the time a friend and I were in a dance club in Providence, RI. The DJ was playing a song I think was called “Diamond Girl.” It had this as the general lyric: “You’re…My…Diamond Girl!!!” reapeated about 500 times. My friend gave a “thunbs down” to the DJ to let him know she wasn’t a fan of this song. The DJ was so offended at this he actually came downstairs and told us we were out of line and asked us to leave. IT was incredibly bizarre.
When I was about 8 I was with my Dad at one of those sportsmen shows at a convention center with all the vendor booths. In a small seperate area they had a room set up with midway type carnival games that was pretty dead. I asked my Dad if I could go check it out and he said okay.
I had just gotten in when one of the carnies asks “hey kid, do you have any moeny?” When I told him “no” he literally jumped over his 2 foot barricade, got in my face, and told me I had to “leave now” and started coming at me like he dared me to get past him.
If they were being unhelpful, then to me, they deserved everything that you decided to give them. 
God bless you always!!!
Holly
I got kicked out of an art exhibition recently for sitting on the floor. At first I was sitting quite near an artwork and they asked me to move so that I didn’t accidentally touch it. That seemed reasonable so I went and sat a ways away from everything. Then it became apparent that they just really didn’t like me sitting on the floor. They said if I wanted to sit down I needed to do it somewhere else because it was not appropriate to sit there.
Why, you roistering miscreant!
Did you say something insulting about Larry Bird?
You would think, right? But no.
It’s a long boring story involving;
[ul]me and my friends
[li]a bunch of very pretty local girls[/li][li]their boyfriends[/li][li]and their boyfriends fathers who just happened to be the big fish in that particular little pond[/ul][/li]
Nothing untward happened but it was made clear that, while the young ladies very much enjoyed our company, no one else in town did.
From your mouth to god’s fucking ear.
I almost got thrown out of the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville once, years ago. It was at a John Fogerty concert at which cell phones were fobidden, so that no one could take unauthorized crappy cellphone videos or pictures. I didn’t even have a cellphone at the time. but I had pressed the button on my Timex Indiglo watch to see what time it was. Next thing I know, I had the little old lady usher screaming in my face that she was going to throw me out if I did it again. Weird
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Me and my two year old son got kicked out of a St Vincent de Paul’s thrift store once.
The crime? I was trying on a jacket, and my son reached over and broke a saucer. Not part of a set, and not a nice one belonging to fancy china. A plain ordinary saucer, not matched with any cup. The lady yelled out “He broke it you bought it!” so I went to the cash. She wanted to charge me ten dollars for it (inconvenience fee, damaged items, whatever) I pointed to the sign that said 4 for a dollar next to the saucers. I said I would pay ONE dollar. She told me to leave the store.
I went back to get my jacket (January, Northern Ontario, -20 at least) It had been taken to the back, and was being priced. I said “Hey that is my jacket!” and they weren’t going to give it to me. (It was an unlabeled jacket draped across the jackets for sale aisle, right where I had been standing when my son had broken the saucer.) I had to describe the contents of the pockets… 35.00, my driver’s licence, my son’s health card and a tube of lip gloss to get the jacket back. I was grudgingly handed it back, still with people still looking at me like I was stealing the jacket. I was then told “GET OUT AND NEVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN.”
I haven’t. Even when I was donating most of the stuff in my house, I didn’t donate there. Yes, it was 6 years later, but when a cranky old charity shop worker tells me something, I take it seriously.
In high school, my best friend and I got kicked out of Waldenbooks for reading the backs of romance novels out loud to one another.
It wasn’t quite as sedate as I just made that sound.
In college I got thrown out of Arlington Stadium for urinating off the top row, with my back to the field. I think I thought b/c my back was turned no one could see me.
I was kicked out by Bruno from Aub Zam Zam in San Francisco for trying to dictate how I wanted my martini, but that is kind of a badge of honor. I was more or less a regular after that incident.
I’m also not allowed to return to Japan, ever, due to a youthful indiscretion involving possession of a certain hash-like substance: It was hash.
Not to get off subject, but I had the impression that it was forbidden to have non country acts perform at the Ryman Auditorium. Did you tell that lady what you were doing?
God bless you and John always!!!
Holly
P.S. I love his song named “Center Field”.
In 2004, my wife and I were kicked out of an internet cafe in Rotarua, New Zealand because we were American. The owner overheard us talking (and recognized our American accents).
He came over to us and said “Get the fuck out of my shop right now and go find yourselves some Iraqi prisoners to torture!”
It’s the only episode of anti-Americanism we have run into… and we have traveled in Iran, Yemen, Lebanon, Syria, North Korea, Sudan and other countries that are not exactly America’s best friends.
In the summer of 1980, the year I joined the Navy, I was stationed in San Diego for Basic Electronics training, and every weekend that I could, I took a Greyhound bus up to Torrance to spend time with my girlfriend. She had just graduated from guide dog training for the first time, and the dog would accompany us on our dates.
One evening, we decided to try a Chinese restaurant that I had noticed some weeks before but never eaten in. I can’t remember what we had, but it’s not important to the story. About halfway through our meal, the owner came to our table and told us that we couldn’t be there with a dog, because of health department rules. He dismissed our protestations that he didn’t have a right to eject us on account of the dog (on account of guide dog access laws in place, even back in 1980). He told us that he had called the police and had been told that he was not obligated to allow a guide dog admittance to his restaurant. A diner at a nearby table spoke up to the owner on our behalf, but he was also disregarded.
The owner told us that he would permit us to finish our meal, but we would have to leave as soon as we were done (which was generally our policy wrt restaurants at the time, anyway, so we agreed). As we left, we remarked to the owner that he really needed to educate himself on the subject of guide dog access laws.
A few weekends later, we decided we wanted Chinese again, and remembering how good it was at this place, we rationalized to each other that the owner SURELY must have gotten the real information about the law. So we went back. This time, the owner wouldn’t even seat us; he just told us to leave. Which we did, but not without informing him that he was going to be hearing from a lawyer.
In November 1983, we used the money from the settlement check to pay for our wedding reception.
In high school a friend and I were kicked off a golf course for damaging the green. Not my proudest moment.
It was an episode with identical twins who weren’t the same at all. It was before Springer went all out. So I wasn’t expecting a fight or anything, but it was flat out boring. I’m actually onscreen like 10 times and then suddenly there was an empty chair.