Ditto. I'm not really the kind of guy that's get thrown out of places, and i don't go to douchey nightclubs that pull the bullshit I've seen described here. Thus, I've only been thrown out of two places: 1) a dorm party at a friend's college, when everyone else in the room suddenly realized that none of them had any idea who i was 2) I was banned from the local library when one of the libarary ladies (who I'm guessing was NettDaddy's mom) insted that i pay for an item I had taken out and returned a month previously, and had been damaged by one of them before they re-shelved it. Naturally, I refused, hence the ban. Lock up your daughters.
Alt-Focus I very rarely kick girls out of the bar. Last fall a lady in her mid 40's sat at the bar and had a few drinks, she was wearing a short skirt, I went to grab a beer out of the ice and as I bent down I noticed her fully exposed and very much shaved vagina. I told the girl I was working with to take care of it but evidently she had never faced a vagina other than her own and was freaked out and would not address the problem and told me I had to kick her out for indecent exposure. I am not a big rules guy so I politely asked the woman to pull her skirt down.
The only place I'm routinely denied booze is in the Memphis airport. There is some type of bar/restaurant supervisor* who takes great pleasure in denying service and asking all sorts of questions that make people scared that they won't be allowed to board the plane. Conversely, there's one bartender who will work to cram as much booze in me as humanly possible. I like flying with a good buzz, so I like this guy. Option 1- May I have another beer, please? HOW MUCH HAVE YOU HAD TO DRINK TODAY, SIR? I see that you have list motor control, your eyes are glassy and you speech is slurred! You may not have another drink in this airport! Is this clear!? Option 2- Can I have a large Miller Lite, man? Sure thing. I can add a shot of Jack for $3 and include a complimentary shot of Southern Confort as well if you'd like it. Uh, okay? I mean, yeah! Is that even a thing? Your drinks, my man. *Angry black woman.
I guess I'm really lucky? I've never been kicked out of a bar before. Why are people just wandering around kicking out paying and polite patrons? I honestly don't get the logic.
I think it's because they think that if there are fewer male options, the women will have to settle for whatever is there. Because women are stupid or something. Science.
When you charge $20-$40 cover, and you have a line long enough to last all night, you can just throw out four guys who don't look like they're dropping money fast enough (or away from their group) and let four new ones in. They keep the girls to make it look like its "packed with hot chicks" and basically print your own money with the door cover. It's evil, and its theft, but the owner or promoter sees it in numbers: throw out twenty more, that's at least $400 more in my pocket." When a place gets popular enough, they stop giving a shit about customer loyalty and just try and think up scams to keep tax-free cash rolling in.
Jeez. And people said I was "wrong" and "silly" and "borderline tragic" for choosing to drink at home by myself rather than go through that.
The one time I've been refused service was at my girlfriend's company Christmas party last year, held at the fancy downtown Orchestra Hall. I was near the bar and a guy standing next to it knocked over a couple of wine glasses, shattering them on the floor. He bolted and the bartender, an old woman, turned around and saw me instead. She pointed at me and squawked "YOU'RE DONE," so we went to a bar on another floor at the Hall and resumed drinking sans the angry old bartender.
When there are women in the bar there will be guys wanting to be in the bar, and you are right when it gets crowded we don't fuck around. I start with kicking out groups of drunk 22 year old dudes because they act like assholes, are pretty cheap and make the women leave the bar, the 22 year olds are followed closely by non-tippers and native Americans. I want 30-50 year old guys with their friends who have enough money to buy cocaine and alcohol who try to impress everyone by buying women rounds of drinks, they always buy top shelf alcohol, pay in cash and tip well. I don't want groups of guys in the bar for more than 2 hours because they will have tipped the band as much as they are going to for the night and have slowed down on drinking and spending money. Focus I got a fake ID when I was 19 and the first day I had it I went to Cheyenne Cattle Company, a country nightclub that was popular in 1991, where I proceeded to get drunk, I was dancing with some girl and knocked into a waitress carrying a tray of beer. I was quickly escorted out of the club by 2 larger unsmiling bouncers. I sat on the bench outside the club and thought about my options and after about 10 minutes I decided I would try to get in the club again and for some reason the door guy let me in. I found the table my friends were at and sat down for a few glorious moments until the 2 bouncers who had escorted me saw me again. This time they were not so friendly with the escort, it was more of an ejection. So twice in one hour from the same place.
That reminded me - when I was a senior in highschool, I got kicked out of a Kyrstal for throwing pickles to try and get them to stick flat on the window.
I got thrown out of a Buffalo Wild Wings for buying my obviously well over 21 friend who forgot his ID a beer. I didn't get thrown out by a server, I got thrown out by a cop. I almost shit my pants when it happened.
Did the cop just happen to be there and decided on his own to toss you? Or, did BWW go out of their way to call the cops?
For real. Dancing on speakers. Pulling other girls up to dance with me. Punching a girl because she burned me with her cigarette. Puking in a corner. I've never been kicked out. And, back in my Army days, I rarely paid for my own drinks. Yay girls?
Well at least we still get to piss anywhere we want to. THE WORLD IS OUR URINAL!!! (though that reasoning doesn't go over well when cops are present)
He was sitting at a table along the wall down from us. I am not sure if a server ratted us out or if he just noticed, but he was there just as a customer to begin with. Either way, my life flashed before my eyes and my blood ran cold. Cops freak me out.
And this is why I stay away from the popular nightclubs. Everything is overpriced as hell, and it's so fucking crowded that you can't move around anyway. I suppose that if you're into dancing, it's cool, but just playing some pool / darts and having a few beers before heading to someone's house? Not going to happen at a really jam-packed spot. Relatively Boring Focus: I was at a dive bar with a friend, and a few more friends stopped by on their bar crawl. It ended up being their last stop, as they were barely able to walk. One of them ended up lighting a fucking cigar in the bar, and the bouncer got livid and kicked us all out. When I tried to suggest a reasonable solution, (My friend and I, who are both relatively sober, walk Drunk Fucks out to the parking lot, wait for a cab, and come back in after they're safely in the cab) the bouncer got in my face and threatened to kick my ass. I shook my head and walked out over the protestations of my friend, who wanted to do a good old-fashioned 2-on-1 beatdown. The next week, I went back to the same bar and talked to the owner about it. I basically told him, "Look - I've been coming to your bar for more than a year and a half. I really like the place. But your bouncer was a fucking asshole to me for no reason, and it's bullshit." He took my side, told me that the bouncer had already been talked to for being a douchebag, and that he'd take care of it. Week after, that bouncer wasn't working there anymore. Still a great place - $4.00 32-ounce beers and open pool tables are always a good time.
I got caught "almost" getting laid in a BW3's bathroom and didn't get thrown out. I feel like getting thrown out of B-dubs is pretty special.
Spoilered for potential politricks: Spoiler Check your privilege, ladies. #waronmen Focus: I was thrown out of the Kinko's in the Orlando convention center once for a long, loud, profanity-laced tirade about their choice of printer drivers and how they weren't compatible with (whatever I was trying to print). Nerds go hard.