Even worse - my favorite BBQ joint in town plays blues numbers on its sound system, but one day I went in and found that the manager had switched to cheesy country music. :eek:
I complained to management and they went back to blues.
Didn’t get banned.
And no mayo, either. Ecch.
This same method worked for me more times than I care to remember. I was always kinda shocked to get away with such a simple fix. I think I finally got busted by a local dive bar and because it was a month before my actual 21st birthday they just told me to come back in a month, gave me back my altered ID and sent me on my merry way.
I think the best part is the phrasing of the last line.
“And off they fucked.” 
I was the event coordinator for an off-site sales meeting. The management team flew in the day before and we all met for dinner and drinks. One of the new managers, Brian, had the good taste to show up with his local mistress and she proceeded to get drunk. So did Brian’s division manager Rich, because Rich was so shocked that Brian was that kind of guy - and Rich had just invested a lot of corporate money in Brian.
So while I was busy trying to reduce the number of shots Rich was steadily downing, Brian’s goomar ends up stabbing the waiter in the leg with a fork.
So we got banned from the place (I was able to talk them out of suing us), I told Brian to stay out of sight for the rest of the night and not bring Bambi back, and I had to get Rich back to his hotel room and a little sober so that he would be ready for the 8 AM breakfast meeting.
Once I got everyone tucked in and settled down and was finally able to go to my own room - I get a call from the hotel management. Evidently, one of the independent sales reps just grabbed the ass of the hotel waittress and they wanted to kick him out of the hotel.
More apologies, bed tucking, and I think I finally got 2 hours of sleep before prepping for the day. The jobs of being the designated meeting coordinator . . .
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The Goonies was a movie from the 80s. Chunk was a kid who couldn’t gain entrance to someone’s home until he did the Truffle Shuffle, a sort of humiliating dance. Once he got in, he told the story of how he made a bunch of people in a movie theatre hurl.
He then went on to befriend a monster.
I remember the episode, but not that line.
We do joke about being banned from the Historical Society with my girlfriend’s family–but only because it is closed for renovation and we no longer have staff access.
Details, please?
Did he cooperate with the security people, and if so, why? Did he think he was being accused of an actual crime or something?
I’m a pretty law-abiding fellow, and if I were accused of shoplifting, I would probably cooperate, let them take me aside to check my receipts, etc. But I sure wouldn’t follow somebody into a locked room in a Fry’s without a better excuse than “you said a naughty word”.
(Now that I think of it—a few years back, there used to be a steady flow of threads here about retail security, and detaining shoplifters,etc. But I haven’t seen one for a long time.)
It’s a miracle I haven’t been locked up in some sort of retail store penitentiary if you can be arrested for muttering “What the fuck” under your breath. I’ve stood in the middle of Best Buy and said, quite aloud, “Hello? Does anybody fucking work here?”
Maybe Best Buy is a little more libertarian than Frys.
My husband was banned from Boulder, CO in 1968 or so for being a hippie and sleeping in a public park. They drove him to the edge of town and told him to never come back.
They were probably trying to figure out a way to sell you a service plan for your swears.
He had purchased a memory card for his Mac G4. They had given him the wrong size. When he took it back, they told him they wouldn’t exchange it, even though it was still in the original, unopened package. He was standing at the exchange desk. He walked straight there from the front door. He had a reciept. They keep the cards in a cage, so they are impossible to shoplift. When he asked why it couldn’t be exchanged for the correct one, the girl at the exchange counter told him for all she knew, he’d just taken it off the shelf. He tried to show her the reciept, but she turned and walked a few steps to the side and said “Next?” Then he said the BAD THING.
A manager came over, and asked him to follow him. Hubby thought the manager was going to fix the problem, so he followed.
Once in the “office” the manager told hubby he has verbally assaulted the employee, and the police had been called.
Does it have to be a place of business?
Half a lifetime ago, I had a little trouble in my senior year at UT (Austin). Long story short, perhaps feeling that they weren’t making their point strongly enough by expelling me, the University also placed a lifetime ban on me - for the yest of my years, I am forbidden to set foot in the Mens’ Residence Halls at the University of Texas.
Well, the establishment in question has since gone bankrupt and out of business, so the question has been rendered academic. The fellow in question, however, is lucky that being banned from the bar is the worst that happened to him, as the bouncers there sometimes engage in a bit of direct action attitude correction.
Without speaking to any specific situation, and as a matter of general policy, I would strongly recommend that, even if bartenders are cute young things that dress in skimpy outfits and act in a provocative manner, it is not a good idea to make vulgar propositions and comments to them.
Me neither. But look at all the places we can and the things we can do there!
Ugh, that sounds disgusting. Alabama has a traditional white bbq sauce made for chicken that uses mayo as the base (ewwwwww), but that’s certainly not in combination with any other kind of sauce, and never ever ever on beef. Yuck.
I am banned for life from a certain drinking establishment in downtown Hometown. 12 years ago I was out with a friend on a Tuesday night, we went to see a movie, (and shared a huge popcorn with butter) and then after said “hey lets get a drink” We decided to order a Corona and a shot of tequila each. There was no one else in the bar, it was just after 9 pm. I tossed back my shot… and well it came back up with the popcorn. Being in the middle of an empty bar about to return to sender a large hot buttered popcorn, I did the only thing I could think of. I vomitted into my purse, and then went to the bathroom. I was trying to be discreet about it, but …well thats not exactly a discreet undertaking is it?
So when I came back to the table, I was ordered out, and told never to return.*
12 years and a few owners and name changes later my boyfriend and I put on shows (I mean bands, comedy acts, stuff like that. Not purse vomiting as Performance Art)at this bar.