Is it too glib to argue that he shouldn’t have made his food so delicious?
And as I said, we rationalized to ourselves that he’d had plenty of time to have familiarized himself with his rights and obligations vis-a-vis a guide dog user’s access to places of public accommodation.*
We inquired with the California AG after the second incident, and were told that the restaurant owner could be fined $1000 purely on violation of civil rights grounds, and that my girlfriend also had the right to sue. IIRC, the lawyer she hired (who specialized in civil rights issues; particularly wrt access to persons with disabilities) cited the standard litany of public humiliation and emotional distress. The remedy sought in the original filing was a punitive award of $125K; the settlement was $4k.
*Eventually he did, btw. Several weeks later, at the suggestion of her attorney, I escorted a friend from college, also a guide dog user, there for dinner, and we experienced no access problems.
Right, but did you have staff-spitting-in-your-food problems? Because I sure as hell would never have gone back after suing the guy, whether I was right or not.
I got kicked out of high school for playing Country Joe McDonald and the Fish’s song, “Feeling like I’ll fixin’ to die” over the loud speakers during lunch.
It was the version on the Woodstock album where they misspelled “Fish”.
My friend and I were the lunch time DJ’s and with only 3 more days left in our senior year, we figured, “What are they going to do?”
We were in a little room far away from the lunch area and couldn’t hear what was going on outside. We played it once and there didn’t seem to be any commotion, so we played it again. This time the students were ready and from what we’ve been told, there were 100’s of students yelling, “FUCK” at the top of their lungs in response to Country Joe’s question, “What’s that spell?”.
The Coat of Arms in Portsmouth, NH. It was a guilt by association thing, and our whole table was ousted despite it really only being one person’s fault. See, what happened was that one of the people in the group was from the UK and left her passport behind, and only then did we learn an overseas license wouldn’t cut it as proof of legal drinking age. So one of the guys says “Don’t worry, I’ll order drinks for you” loudly and three feet from the bouncer. And out we all got thrown.
I got kicked out of science class in sixth grade. Apparently, the teacher didn’t appreciate me reading way ahead, then reading comics in class when I was bored. I spent something like a week wandering the halls and hanging out in the library during the period I should’ve been in science, and I missed nothing because I still had the textbook.
Nope, nobody recognizable was there unfortunately. We also visited the Wheel of Fortune set, but it too was on hiatus. It just looked like an empty garage because the set was deconstructed and piled up in a corner.
Am I the first here to be kicked out of Disneyland? It was a long time ago, around 1981 in my UCSB college days. My friend and I were on the Goodyear Peoplemover, a boring, slow-moving ride. Inside a tunnel, it was dark, and we got the wild (and stupid) idea to hop off and walk to the nearest exit. We stepped on a mat that had a kill switch that shut the ride off and turned on all the lights. We were escorted out.
Another:
When I was junior high aged, my best friend and I were in a department store and started throwing a Nerf football down an aisle. We kept stepping farther apart, throwing farther and farther, and soon we’re throwing about 20 yards down a narrow aisle. We were accurate and had good arms. It was fun. Until we got kicked out.
I just found that UCSB friend on FB. I think it was her, anyway. I hadn’t thought of her in - what? - 30+ years. I just sent her a friend request. I was able to remember her name after all these years. We never dated, just hung out a few times as friends.
Year 19xx (before modern security & cameras)
Senior year; our HS was on strike so we went visting friends. Got thrown out of four high schools in one day.
Gesundheit
About 5 years ago a group of us went down to H Street NE to see a show at the Rock and Roll Hotel, and we got there early so we decided to get some drinks.
We walked into the Palace of Wonders across the street and the alt-chick at the door just let us walk past, but when we saddled up to the bar some other alt-chick came up and told us we needed to pay a cover because they were having one of their stupid sideshows that night. As we started to explain that we were just there for a drink and the girl at the door just let us walk past, she threw up her hands and said, “I don’t need to deal with this tonight, you’re all BANNED!” and started pushing us out the door. We yelled at her for a while outside then took our business elsewhere. Fuck that bitch. I’m glad that place is closed now. It was a shithole anyway.
I almost did. I was at Epcot on a field trip and my friend and I went on the Spaceship Earth ride, and my friend kept letting of the flash of his camera. They even stopped the ride once or twice but they didn’t find us. When we were walking off some of the ride people were talking about it to each other.
If you do get kicked out, hope it’s towards the end of the day. It’d suck to get kicked out an hour after having just forked over your $$$$ to get into the place.
I got kicked out of a Purdue library computer lab a couple of months ago. I was reading the SDMB when a man in a university-issued shirt came up and asked me if I had my Purdue ID. When I said no, he asked if I was going to leave or if he was going to have to call the police.
I left the lab, but not the building, and headed to the office of the friend who had told me when I moved to the Lafayette area TWELVE YEARS AGO that any resident of Indiana had the right to use the libraries at any state-funded institution of higher learning. I had taken advantage of this declared right numerous times, including on a near-daily basis for a few years. When I found my friend to inform her that I had been kicked out, the man (who had followed my trespassing ne’er-do-well self all the way) explained (in reference to me) that “nobody knew who he was”.
She: (explains the Indiana law as she understood it)
He: "Yes, I understand that, but nobody knew who he was!"
No “Oh, I guess as long as he has an Indiana driver’s license or state ID, he’s okay.” Not even a sarcastic “Do you read the papers or watch TV?”, which would have been immediately understood as “Oh, that Newtown shooting last week has led security to ignore the law and take a ‘better safe than sorry’ attitude, cracking down on anyone who just might be coming in off the street with an assault rifle, intent on mayhem.”
But since Mr. Vigilant had invoked law enforcement, I called the Purdue police the next day, and was told by the officer that as far as he knew, there’s no law governing the situation, and access to the building is up to the building deputy, whom I would (not “should”, but “will”) contact before attempting to enter the building again. So far, no such contact – and, of course, no attempt to circumvent what may well be express written policy by now – has been made.
I got kicked out of Harrod’s for taking a photograph in the fine jewelry section. My wife and I saw a watch which was literally more expensive than our house (north of $300k). I took out a cellphone and pointed t and the largest man I have ever seen came out of nowhere and said, very softly, that he needed the camera. He deleted the photo and then kicked me out.
I’ve been kicked out of a few places in my day but my best story is when I was 18 years old and in the Army.
I just got out of AIT (Advanced Individual Training) and had two weeks of leave before heading overseas to Turkey for my first duty assignment. I went home to my far Northwest suburb of Chicago where I hung out with some friends who were still there. My friends were all pretty alternative, this was 1990 and nobody was really punk or goth (well OK, maybe a little…) but everyone had black hair styled unusually and black trench coats and that general style of dress. I had a high and tight at that time and I spiked the top and wore my combat boots the whole time and for some reason, I got kicked out of three places within a span of 10 days.
The first was a restaurant named Wags. We were there on a Friday night and it was fairly busy. We all ordered drinks and the waitress came back and said that we all had to order food. No problem, I ordered onion rings, someone else ordered ice cream, someone ordered french fries, and someone else got a grilled cheese or something. While waiting for our order, someone hung a spoon of his nose, then another hung one off her cheek. We ended up trading our silverware back and forth between each other until the waitress came back and said that we all had to leave. OK, we went to the donut shop across the street and had donuts and coffee there instead.
The second instance was at a K-Mart. I was there with two other friends later at night and I was holding a Depeche Mode (don’t judge me) cassette tape (remember those?) that I was going to buy. The other two guys wandered over to the toy section and were playing with the toy guns and balls until two of the workers came up and asked us to leave. They kind of reminded me of Spike and Chester from the Warner Brother cartoon, the big guy appeared to be the manager and the little guy was his hanger-on. The way Spike said it sounded something like “If you don’t stop goofing off with the toys, we’ll have to ask you to leave.” So we said OK and put all the toys down, then he kind of cleared his throat and said “Well?” and it then dawned on us that they actually were kicking us out. I informed Spike that I wanted to buy the tape and he said that they’ll escort me to the register and then I’ll have to leave so I said that I changed my mind and I put the tape down right where I was. It was awesome [/sarcasm].
The last, crowning achievement was when I got kicked out of the Jesus and Mary Chain concert. The same group of friends all went to the show and we were driven to Chicago by one of the parents who would pick us up after the concert. After the opening act played, there was prerecorded music playing and the whole floor started pushing back and forth making waves. I was pushing into my friend (who was about a head taller than me and wasn’t getting pushed around) when a HUGE bouncer grabbed me from behind, dragged me out the side door and said “That’s it for you, you’re fucking out of here!” Being a dumb suburban kid a bit out of his element and without any place to go, I hung out in front of the theater waiting for the show to end. I kind of got scarred a little by that one. I felt I hadn’t been doing anything anyone else wasn’t doing as well and I certainly wasn’t on drugs or drunk. Had it been a few years later, I would have known my way around Chicago much better and/or figured out that I could have talked my way back into the theater. From what I heard from my friends, Jesus and Mary Chain wasn’t that good anyway.
A couple days later, I was on my plane to Turkey and left it all behind.
When I was a kid in the 70’s we used to go bowling on sunday mornings and recover from the night before. There was a sign hanging over the lanes that said “No Lofting the balls” … Dick launched the ball over the sign. The owner stares around but we get away with it. The alley had kids setting pins, Dick launched a ball and then Tony sent one a few seconds later on the same alley…make those pin-setters jump!
one time? When I was in the Navy? We were up in Juneau or Skagway and all the guys drinking downtown started showing up at the brow with bar clocks and even a small totem pole…we sailed a day early upon request of the locals…good times!
