^^^ To me, you should have waited until the camera was filming and then stood up and yelled, “This show bites! I’m out of here!” 
God bless you always!!! 
Holly
Nope. Some of their upcoming concerts include Morrisey, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, the Temptations and Four Tops, the Black Crowes, and Boz Scaggs.
I got kicked out of a bar in Walla Walla, WA.
I had gone in to get a BBQ beef sandwich to go. When I got my sandwich, I noticed they had unexpectedly put mayonnaise on it. Since I’m allergic to mayonnaise, the sandwich was rendered inedible so I asked the waitress if I could get one without mayo. Next thing I know, the owner storms out of the back, stuffs my money back in my hand, and tells me that’s how he makes his sandwich and to take it or leave it. Since I obviously can’t eat the sandwich, I take my money and leave the bar but not before I overhear the owner refer to me as “a piece of shit.”
Seriously, what kind of barbarian puts mayonnaise on a BBQ beef sandwich? When ordering sandwiches, I almost always tell them to hold the mayo but since the combination of mayo and BBQ sauce seemed so obviously unappetizing, I figured it was unnecessary.
This, absolutely. I couldn’t even get halfway through this thread; the smilies were making me nauseous. Or maybe it was the blessings. Either way, I’ve gotta puke.
I’ve been reading and enjoying your posts here for a long time and this astounds me. Taking a guide dog back to the restaurant when you you know the owner doesn’t like it is kind of an a-hole move.
I really hope I’m being whooshed but what possible monetary damages could you have claimed in a lawsuit?
Looks like you got to the end of the thread though. Perhaps letting go of the little things may help with your nausea?
Well, I got kicked out of physics class once. The teacher had locked some late people out. I was sitting near the back door, and someone asked me to unlock it, so I did. Then she asked me to leave. Not as exciting as getting kicked out of a bar.
I’ve taken a less nuclear approach, myself.
No, I just posted, then skipped to the end.
I was asked to leave the casino in Biarritz because of inappropriate attire. I left the tuxedo in Paris so I went next door and drank beer with some far more interesting people.
Years ago before I was the legal drinking age I was “escorted” from a neighborhood bar by a cop. I drank in there all the time. I waited outside in the shadows for the cop to leave. When I went back in the bartender placed my same drink back on the bar in front of me.
To me, when you heard what was said as you were leaving, you should have fired back at them that you didn’t ask to have a food allergy.
God bless you always!!! 
Holly
Admitting people with assistance animals is not a matter of like or dislike, it’s mandated by law. A blind person denied entry to a publicly accessible business because of a guide animal would have the same standing to sue as a person denied service because of their race. Both are a protected class. I’ll defer to kaylasdad99 should he want to address the remainder of your questions.
Maybe you should have read at least to post #52.
Regards,
Shodan
My family and I got kicked off the set of Jeopardy! once. Really, though, it sounds much worse than it is.
My brother worked at Sony at the time and was taking us around the backlot. Jeopardy! was on not filming at that time but my brother tried the door anyway and it worked so we went in. Turns out they were prepping contestants there so a guy came up to us and asked us what we needed. My brother said “just showing my family around” and showed his ID. The guy said “That’s fine but we can’t have you in here right now with the contestants.” So we said thanks and left.
The story sounds much better if I just say I got kicked off the set of Jeopardy!
^^^ You still got to be there no matter how long you weren’t really there! Did you ever get to see Alex Trebek? God bless you and him always!!!
Holly
I once got kicked out of a 7-11 after the beeyotch working there falsely accused me of trying to shoplift.
I once almost got kicked out of a baseball game at the Skydome for making paper airplanes out of some ballot or something they were handing out.
I might as well use this thread to share this story.
With the proper quantity of alcohol consumed on a hayride, a good time can be had by all.
The Event
Michigan summer 1994 - A National Off Road Bicycle Association race took place, held jointly at ritzy Shanty Creek, and Shuss Mountain ski resorts, an attempt to generate additional revenue for the resorts during the off season.
When we arrived at Shanty Creek resort, it was obvious that pretty much the entire resort was rented by mountain bikers, and what a group of heathens and hoodlums they were. Friday night before the races, several friends and I who had driven to the event for the long weekend began the evening by attending a “mountain biker party” thrown in one of the hotel suites -which had opened its doors as a mountain biker come-one-come-all “trashcan” party.
Many of the mountain bikers wore hair styles resembling Lady Gaga. There were many and multiple piercings, tattoos. The suite was sardined wall to wall, people densely packed into the small hotel room. It was difficult to negotiate.
Too crowded for us to want to stay. Several people were squeezing and shoving their way to the “trashcan” - a 55gallon plastic barrel supposedly including but not limited to, pink lemonade, 7-up, and several gallons of various hard liquors. With our own beers in hand, we decided to venture outside.
Trolley Arrives
Outside, some sort of trolley rolled to a stop right in front of us. This was an electric golfcart-type contraption with identical-sized passenger trailer in tandem. Painted like red/white candy canes, canvas awnings stretched overtop with bench seats, the two cars could hold about 2 dozen passengers and several were already aboard. A young man who appeared to be in his later teens was behind the driver’s wheel.
“Hop in!!” he offered enthusiastically. Grinning ear to ear, we eagerly did.
First off I couldn’t believe this employee was risking his job by “borrowing” the Shanty Creek trolley, just tooling around foolishly for fun. It was after dark. There were no lights on the trolley. He dangerously weaved in between trees, up over curbs and occasionally descending a short concrete staircase as passengers laughed and hooted hysterically. “Keep all appendages inside the vehicle!” he yelled. We began to drive through a location where several dozen tents had been pitched, the resort’s designated camping area.
Apparently many campers had retired early. Flashlights came on inside tents, tones of angry voices were heard. All trolley passengers continued to laugh and hoot while spilling various drinks on themselves and each other as the driver intermittently slammed on the brakes, apparently to add more entertainment to the ride. Persons in seats behind us were spilling their drinks on our backs as we spilled our drinks on the people in front of us, this each time the trolley would lurch to a halt. No one seemed to mind. Everyone laughed like idiots, so hard we were crying.
I yelled to the driver. Wasn’t he afraid to lose his job for this obvious unauthorized use of the trolley? “Won’t you be fired for this?!”
He looked puzzled. He said he did not work for Shanty Creek resort. He said he was a mountain biker here for the race, hanging out for the weekend.
“Where did you get the keys to the trolley?” to which he replied “there were no keys to the trolley”. He then moved a bit to the side so we could see what he began pointing at - the reckless mess of wires hanging from the dashboard area, hastily pulled from the guts of the trolley. The vehicle had been hot-wired. All this time we had been riding around on a stolen trolley.
We decided it was time to go, thought it best to just leave the resort altogether for the evening and back to “Chain-O-Lakes” campground where we had arranged to stay (located several miles from the resort.)
When returning to Shanty Creek the next day, learned that shortly after we had left the previous night several drunken fights had broken out and local police summoned to the scene. We wondered about the trolley, what might have happened to it.
Then as we walked toward the race point, we spotted the trolley parked off in the corner of a parking lot.
There was an older man clad in maintenance coverall, staring at the trolley. As we approached, the man continued to stare, hands on hips akimbo and as we got even closer, could see him focus in rapt awe at the tangle of wires spilling from the misused machine.
At that point, you could see the man was not only very angry, but so much so that he might be suffering from some sort of shock. One could almost see the fumes of anger emanating from his head.
Apparently the trolley wasn’t the only victim of the mountain bikers. Several rooms and suites suffered expensive damages, holes put in drywall and furnature tossed about.
Both Shanty Creek, and Shuss Mountain resorts vowed to hold mountain bike events at their resorts, Never Ever Again.
That sandwich sounds like Hot Poop*
*a WW,WA reference you will hopefully get.
This is a warning for you. As I said twice above, drop the insults in here. If anyone has problems with another poster, don’t open the thread, use the ignore feature, or make a thread in the Pit or ATMB.
I was thrown out of Sunday School in seventh grade. (Seriously, not trolling or baiting.)