Not permanently banned, but I was banned from a local college campus for a year after starting a fistfight one drunken evening. The weird part was that the security guys were really nice about it… they were laughing and joking and asking me to smile when they took my picture. Maybe it’s because I lost the fight? Who knows.
About thirty-five years ago, I placed an employment application with Disneyland park. I was instructed to come in for an interview on a later date. In the meantime, I found a job elsewhere (much closer to home), so I blew off the interview appointment.
I was told at the time (by acquaintances, not by the Casting Department) that this had resulted in a lifetime ban on employment with the Walt Disney enterprises. I haven’t bothered to test the assertion for accuracy.
My MIL was recently permanently banned from a pretzel shop for loudly arguing with a cashier and scaring the guy so much he called the mall cops on her. The sad thing is, she seemed rather proud of that.
I was banned from the Alabama Theater in Houston when I was 13. They used to have a Saturday morning “Fun Club” where tickets were a quarter, popcorn was a quarter, etc. Steve and I snuck up into the balcony with a half cup full of soda and no ice. When the fun club was over, the mushy love story main feature started and the bottom rows were full of teenagers necking.
I yelled “OHGAWDIMGONNAPUKE! BBBBAAARRRRFFFF!” and Steve poured the drink onto the couple below us. They immediately started a sympathy puke, as did the folks around them. We were kicked out and told we would be burned alive if we ever came back.
We stayed out for a month. They never caught us when we came back in. The place is now a bookstore and I’m sure not banned from there. 
That was awful of you, and you should be ashamed, but secretly you’re my hero for being able to start a chain puke.
Can you do the truffle shuffle?
My dad is notorious for banning people from his small-town general store.
First of all, perversely enough, there’s so much idiocy and maliciousness among the delivery drivers for Hostess, Lil’ Debbie, and those kinds of brands that he’s made “Take your cookies and get out of my store” a catchphrase.
Many are the times, also, when we’d be driving through town and see someone walking and a conversation like the following would ensue:
spotting Mrs. S and her 12-yr-old daughter “Hey, Mrs. S, how’s it going? I just wanted to find out if YOUR DAUGHTER told you I CAUGHT HER SHOPLIFTING last week, and I told her I wouldn’t press charges if she told you and let you handle it. Oh, she DIDN’T? Well, I’m sure you’ve got it taken care of. Oh, didn’t see you there, Miss S. Don’t come into my store until you graduate.”
He’s also a very tolerant and accepting man in a small rural Pennsylvania town, so another guy got banned for the following conversation. Scene: My dad, his (Jewish) niece and her two daughters, talking while dad runs the cash register about how they’re going to go to NYC the next day since the niece has never been there. A man walks up to the cash register and says “New York, eh? You’d better be careful. leans in There are over a million goddamn Jews in New York City, after all.” And my dad smiles and says “There’ll be three more than that when WE get there. dramatic pause Get out, and don’t come back in here for a year.”
That is why he gives back the $8 otherwise he *may have *sold the drink to an underage patron.
Chunk?
That was probably the reason. Two friends and I were kicked out of a Sambo’s (snerk) restaurant in Greensboro, NC in about 1976 or so for the crime of being different races. My two black friends alone would have been fine, if not deliriously welcomed, and I (white) would have been fine too, but together we were, apparently, one of the first signs of the apocalypse.
We were told never to darken their door again.
Several years ago a big box retailer that shall remain nameless was building a new store in my old neighborhood. There were lots of shenanigans and under the table deals that went into the zoning variances, etc., and people showed up to the opening to protest.
All of us were warned by store security that we were forever banned from going onto any of the company’s property ever again and that we would be charged with trespassing if we even pulled into the parking lot with a flat tire. They took Polaroids and gave us an official notice of banishment.
I never deal with the company or its stores, so it wasn’t a problem, but my wife needed something after her shift at the bar one night and I went in with her. I guess their facial recognition software was on the fritz because the 90 year old greeter at the door at 3 a.m. didn’t try to tackle me as I walked past.
When I was bouncing there was this one illegal asshole who got himself banned for life from the bar. About every two months he’d come back in, get told he couldn’t be served and was banned, would give the bartender shit and I’d walk him out, telling him not to come back.
The last time I saw him was about four months before I left that gig for good. Same scenario as above, but this time he started to go over the bar to argue with the bartender, my girlfriend (now wife).
He got more than, “Walked out,” and civilly sent on his way, and we never saw him again.
Dude, that curtain ain’t made of redwood. Just sayin’.
Good point. The drink was sold, and was brought to my table and given to me by a waitress. Then the bartender came over and told me I could not drink it, but did not take it away. It was just left sitting on the table. So I picked it up, brought it back to the bar, and asked for a refund. He refused, and I asked again, he refused, I asked for the manager, he said he was the manager, then he picked up the phone, called police, then I immediately left. The cops pulled us over as we were leaving, and the bartender came over and pointed me out to police, and I was arrested and charged with “drunk in public.”
What irks me is that they made the arrest just on the guy’s say so. I was not given a test or breathalyzer, so how could they justify arresting me for being drunk? In fact, I was in a car leaving the premises.
My feeling was that (1) the bartender was irked that a young woman (me) dared to question him and his authority as a mighty bar manager and (2) knew the local police personally and they just took him at his word.
This was 13 years ago, and I am STILL pissed!!
p.s. I have never ever ever gone anywhere without my drivers license ever again, so it was a good lesson learned!
I’d say it’s still in effect. (And always will be.) You can maybe go to that location now, but you can’t go to the “Mad River Rose”. You’re banned. 
I guess somebody could open a bar there and call it that again.
I would have just drank it anyway. If you are going to get in trouble, get your money’s worth.
You missed the BIKER bar part… :D:D
I was once banned from an ophthalmologist’s office. I was very difficult to fit with contacts due to terrible vision and sensitive eyes, and he was unable to prescribe lenses that I could see through. After many months, he sent me a letter ordering me never to come back again. Not because of being an unpleasant person, but because of costing him a small fortune. I was later told by another doctor that he should have been able to tell just by my eye correction that I was unfittable with what he was trying to use.
My coworkers and I are banned from a private company’s employee cafeteria. We used to go and have lunch there all the time because it was a short walk from our building, and no one seemed to have a problem with us spending our money there even if we weren’t technically employees of the company. I was friendly with the manager and a couple of the cooks there. Unfortunately, one Friday afternoon, a fellow county employee who worked in another building got into a physical altercation with another woman on the grounds of the cafeteria and had to be escorted out by the police. I wasn’t there that day, so I missed the whole incident. I only found out because the following Monday, I tried to walk onto the company’s grounds, only to find the gate I usually entered through had a lock on it. I then saw two of the clerks from my building walking away, having had to walk the long way out another gate because they had entered through the parking lot and were turned away at the door. Later that week a stronger lock was put on the gate, along with a sign barring entrance to all except employees of that company. So now I’m banned from the premises, for something I wasn’t even there for. 
Hysterical.