I’d say it was the bar’s mistake for not asking for ID before the drink was made. Therefore, the customer is entitled to the refund.
Of couse the bartender was within his rights (and in fact, obligated) to not allow nyctea scandiaca to drink in his bar without proof of age.
But making and serving the drink and accepting payment before asking for ID was the bartender’s mistake, not ns’s, and should have been rectified. Plus (from the one side of the story we have here, anyway), it sounds like the bartender was a straight-up asshole about it, which was uncalled for. And bitching about having to get up early for court when he was the one who called the cops??? Bullshit.
I’m siding with the customer on this one.
He discovered proof that his town’s founder, Jebidiah Springfield, was actually Hans Sprungfeld, a bloodthirsty pirate and enemy of George Washington.
Link. 
Uh, StusBlues I think you were whooshed. That’s a Simpsons ref (told to Lisa Simpson by Dold Sutherland’s mild-mannered antiquarian character (“I’m an antiquarian, dammit!”))
I think it’s funnier when told to an eight-year-old girl (who will not have children or children’s children for three months, to explain the joke); once it’s related by an anonymous message board poster as first person (who may have grandkids for all we know) to someone who may not have seen the Simpsons (and if it’s later seasons, I don’t blame them, this episode wtih Donald Sutherland was one of the last really good ones), it loses its humour quickly.
My father was in a band in the 1960s. They were playing in a biker bar in Lake George, NY, and decided to play a popular tune of the day, “Alice’s Restaurant.” A patron took offense, got out his switchblade, and cut all of their chords.
Not sure if my father and his bandmates were technically banned from the bar, but they sure as hell left quickly and never went back.
All true, but none of that doesn’t excuse him from not refunding the price of the drink, calling the police with a bogus claim and then having her arrested.
Yikes, of course I meant ‘cords,’ not ‘chords.’
Awww, I liked it better the other way!
That being said, the patron slashes the equipment of an innocent band, and they’re the ones who might have been banned???
I am such a loser…pathetic.
I haven’t been banned from anywhere… 
When I was maybe 14 or 15, I went into a drug store by myself, for some legitimate reason. While I was there I ran into my friends Brad and Jeff. Brad was being cool, but Jeff was drunk off his ass. We had some fun with that, hiding from him and giggling like schoolboys and whatever. Not terribly rowdy, just a little rowdy.
Security kicked us all out. I protested, saying that I was there to buy something. Nope, didn’t fly with the security guy. We were evicted and banned for life.
About a week later I was in the car with my family, and we stopped at that same drug store. I elected to stay in the car, not wanting to face the embarassment of running into that same security guy. Nope, didn’t fly with the family. I had to go in. I was scared shitless!
Turns out nothing bad happened, and I went in plenty of times since then.
I’m banned from The Stone Pony. TSP is a Jersey Shore legend. It sits in Asbury Park - a shore town that has seen better days - and known as The House that Bruce (Springsteen) Built. My brother-in-law was trying to make it big in music and was playing with a band there. I didn’t want to go, but my wife really wanted to see her brother perform and said she was going with or without me. I couldn’t let her go there alone. She had no idea the sort of place that it was.
Why was I banned? For backhanding a girl… hard. Why’d I do that? She repeatedly “moshed” into my pregnant wife after being civilly requested not to do so (and told why). We backed away, which just gave her more room to pick up speed. I had to stand in front of my wife to shield her. This cretin was using me as a wall to bounce off of. When I started “leaning in” to make her landings less than comfortable, she decided that she’d conspire with a girlfriend to deliver a 2-at-once sucker punch to the gut on me. That’s all it took for me. I instinctively bent over and when I came up it was with my arm and open hand extended. Her jaw was introduced to the full force of me standing and extending my arm. As my wife flees out the door, the entire crowd decided I’m a persona non-grata and starts to assault me.
I escaped. The staff “asked” me to stay until the cops came. Foolishly, I stayed and told my story to the cops. They could’ve arrested me, as they had 20 people inside willing to embellish the events in a way that wouldn’t favor me. Instead, the cop said to me, “Do you want to press charges against her for assaulting you and your wife? And you should stay out of this shithole. If you want a night out, go down the street to Outfielder’s. It’s a much better place than this dump. Oh… and before you go, I should get your name.”
We should have left when we were first being “moshed” into. I’m not proud.
I’m glad the cops saw it your way.
What an asshole that woman was.
My understanding of it was that the political views expressed in the song were not welcome in the bar and that the band should have known that and that the patron was supported by the other customers and the people running the place.
Wow, this guy sounds like a cousin of mine that I’m embarrassed to admit I’m related to. Are you in Idaho by any chance?
They were the band.
Taht is possibly the funniest thing I have read this calendar year.
A bunch of other posters have already commented on this but I just wanted to add that in every daytime court show that I’ve seen where a person either sold or bought something and one person ended up keeping both the money and the item the ruling was the same. You either get to keep the item or the money, not both.
If you can remember being banned form a bar, you didn’t do it right.
In college I was part of the student government- you know, the Leaders of the School- who were banned from a hotel in the city where I now live. (The university was in a different city.) We’d gone there- er, come here- for a leadership retreat type of thing, then hit the local scene for the evening and come back quite late. Unbeknownst to us, Motley Crue had played a concert in town that same evening, and apparently a bunch of concertgoers were staying at our hotel and had gotten really rowdy upon their return. By the time we got back and several of our university’s finest student leaders were up to all sorts of drunken shenanigans in the middle of the night, management had already had a long night and was not feeling particularly patient or tolerant with any misbehavior.
I still smile when I drive by the hotel.
I worked at Six Flags for two summers in college, and we gave people trespass notices all the time. We even had trespass forms printed up with carbon copies and everything. Usually we would ban people for the rest of the summer, but if they were really assholes we’d ban them for life. Once, my boss instructed me to ban a guy for his future lives too. I did catch one guy violating a trespass notice on the same day it was given- after he was escorted out of the park he bought another ticket and came right back in. I ran into him a few hours later.
Of course, with the park only being open in the summer, and most employees being college students who only worked for one or two years, the chances of enforcing a lifetime ban were pretty low, although a surprising number of people would get into trouble and volunteer that they had been given a trespass notice years before. We would then check the filing cabinet for the trespass form and charge them.
There is a low-income apartment complex in the town where I now work as a probation officer that hands out trespass notices like they were candy. Everyone who gets evicted gets one (that’s a lot of people), pretty much any visitor in an apartment that gets the cops called on it for noise complaints gets one, it really is kind of ridiculous. There must be thousands of people on trespass notice from that place. They do enforce them pretty rigorously too and haul a lot of people to jail, although the prosecutor often declines to file charges.