"You kicked him out...why?"

A few nights back I went to meet a friend at a hipster bar after he got out of work. There were about 10 bars in a 3 block stretch all were pretty packed except for the place we were in. It was only me, my friend, a guy who apparently didn't understand how button up shirts work (chest hair everywhere), and these 2 Russian guys.

We are sitting there for awhile when one of the Russians orders another drink. The bartender ignores him and walks in the back. A girl comes out with the bartender and she is apparently the manager. She asks him how many drinks he had. He said 5 or 6 to which she replies "you had 6. You're too drunk and need to leave. It's our policy to only serve 6 drinks to customers." The Russians were very confused and quickly paid their tabs and left leaving only me, my friend and the guy who doesn't understand how shirts work left at the bar. All of us left shortly after that leaving no one there.

The odd part was the Russian guys weren't being loud or obnoxious. They kept to themselves and were polite. So I honestly have no idea why they would toss them aside from a random policy. All I saw it as them losing 40% of their customers.

Focus: Have you or someone your with or seen ever been denied service or kicked out for no reason or a completely nonsensical reason?

alt-focus: Alternatively, were you ever in a situation where someone should have been kicked out or refused service but they let them stay?

 

I got kicked out of a club once and was told I'd had too much to drink when I was the sober driver looking for a friend.

On the other hand I've lost count of the times I should have been cut off at my old local.Occasionally one of the girls would tell me I'd had enough and I'd give them a decent tip for just one more. It was either that or they'd make me drink a glass of water first.

 

I was asked to leave a Ft. Lauderdale Sonic when I tried to go inside to find a bathroom and walked into the kitchen. The "cook" threatened to call the cops if i didn't leave the property immediately. Didn't know that Sonic was so touchy about their patrons taking a piss.

We went to Hardees after that and I'm pretty sure I could've taken a shit on the floor and they would've probably thanked me for improving the decor.

 

I got kicked out for throwing up in the bushes outside a bar once. I had just gotten off of work and met some friends who were doing car bombs that night. In 20 minutes we did 4 or 5 car bombs and I literally didn't even feel buzzed yet, I just had such a high volume of liquid in my stomach that I was really uncomfortable so I went outside to puke and relieve the pressure. Mind you, this was a bar I frequented pretty regularly at the time, the bouncer watched me walk outside and puke in the bushes and then wouldn't let me back in. I told him what happened and he said "Sorry, rules are: if you puke, you leave" I guess looking back at it, I understand the policy but when you are a twenty-something college kid, you look at it like, what the fuck? I'm not even drunk. So, I just went to the next stop and kept going and met up with my buddies later on. I literally wasn't that drunk either, from the time I started drinking to the time I threw it back up didn't allow enough time to absorb much of the alcohol.

 

And STAY out!

I worked at a bar / restaurant when I was in college. One of the bartenders (John) there was a big, tough dude (tougher than he was big) and generally put up with zero shit. He had no problem kicking people out - so much so, that the owner would tell him to ease up every now and then. The wait staff were all lovely ladies, who wore short skirts and midriff tops. One night, this Mr. Grabby went too far and sort of lifted part of this one girl's skirt as she turned to leave the table. John vaulted over the bar, snatches Mr. Grabby at his chest with bunched up shirt, and literally threw him out the door. John stood over him with his legs straddling the guy, and just pointed to the parking lot. Grabby never said anything and just walked to his car.

This is something I don't understand. Who does that? Whose life is so worthless that they call somebody a piece of shit in that setting? What a useless waste of oxygen that dude must be.

 

There is a practice that asshole club promoters and security uses: have everyone pay the ridiculous cover, let the hot chicks stay and start randomly throwing out guys using strength-in-numbers tactics and refusing to hear your side of the story.

If this happens to you, do what my friend did: tell everybody standing in line what happened: Club Doosh lost dozens of customers in two minutes thanks to him. We were dead-sober and they tossed us for no reason. Fuck them and any business that does that, it's just plain robbery.

 

I've been thrown out of exactly one establishment in my life - a dollar store. Because I was testing a set of hand clappers to see if they'd make enough noise for the work event I was planning. The old lady working the cash came down the aisle and told me to stop smacking them together and in a momentary act of defiance, I smacked them together right in her face. She threw me out of the store.

These were my downfall from society's highest heights.

 

Similarly, two weeks ago, I was in Austin for the weekend visiting a friend. We went out on 6th street to a decently crowded bar. As we are waiting at the bar, I kind of did the move where you rub your thumb and index finger across your eyes, with my head slightly down, to wipe the sweat out of my eyes cause it was about 90 degrees. She takes the order of my friend next to me, who ordered a round of shots, and then she loudly asked if I was part of their group. My friend, sort of confused, says yes, and then she says that she won't serve me cause I am too drunk, and she saw me with my head down, eyes closed, close to sleeping at the bar. It was about 11:15 so we were all confused and I nicely tried to explain and she responded by screaming at me about getting a $1000 ticket the weekend before for overserving. I get her point, and would have been sympathetic if she wasn't such a thundercunt about it. Especially since immediately after, I took out my wallet, grabbed a CC, thought better, replaced said CC, and grabbed a new one, held it between my fingers as I pulled out my phone and texted. All sorts of dexterity and fine movement that some schlub who was so drunk he couldn't keep his eyes open, would be unable to do. And again, it was early in the night. Have some situational awareness. Meanwhile a kid down the bar knocked his beer over immediately after being served and was happily and pleasantly served another.

ALT-FOCUS: There is a late night bar near my apartment that we go to quite often. My friends are friendly with one or two of the bartenders (said bartenders are unattractive females with crushes on my friends that my friends abuse for all sorts of perks). Well this bar gets VERY crowded and there is only one main passageway. However, from the back room opposite said passageway, there is a hallway that goes across the entrance to the kitchen, leads right to the other side of the main front room, but it explicitly says "STAFF ONLY". Well once it gets crowded, we happily prance right through that hallway yelling "We know (insert bartender's name)." For some reason, the huge angry Irish bouncers just roll their eyes even though they don't know us all that well or care for us much. This is fortunate cause I've seen them usher frat bros out in a full nelson for sneezing too loud or dropping a beer bottle.

 

Reading over this topic made me consider the last time I had been ejected from an establishment (forcefully or otherwise). I was coming up blank and about to pat myself on the back for not being a completely irresponsible douche in his mid-30s when I remembered an incident about two years ago. My brother-in-law had just moved to DC and in an effort to show the man a good time, we started knocking them back a little after 4 pm on the deck at my place. My brother-in-law happens to be gay, and he was looking forward to checking out what our fair city has to offer for his particular demographic. To be clear, we may have had three or four vodka tonics and a few bong rips before leaving, which was fairly mundane for me on a Friday afternoon and predictable for him before heading into work to tend bar any day of the week. We hop into a cab and head to a well known spot in Dupont (JR's for anyone familiar). The place is slammed as par for the course and I post up at the bar while the BIL starts to circulate.

Now, this place is fucking loud. High ceilings in what I assume to be a historic building, open beams and wall to wall patrons. The first round is uneventful as I hand over my card to open the tab and focus on the TV. No more than 10 minutes pass and the BIL comes up to me and says, "we gotta go...now". Now this man has never been known to back down from a fight, which has gotten him locked up on several occasions. I was in no mood argue, so I asked to tab out and met him on the street outside for a smoke. Apparently the bartender couldn't understand what the brother-in-law was asking for and asked him to speak up. Given the noise level, this meant to almost yell across the bar which for some reason upset the bartender who declared him unfit to serve and motioned to the bouncer to escort him out.

Grand total - no more than 11 minutes from beginning to end. It was the quickest and least exciting 86 either one of us had ever had and neither one of us had any idea why. Shit was bizarre.

Bonus points - They added a one to his zero dollar tip and helped themselves to ten extra bucks which had to be disputed.
Side note - USAA doesn't fuck around with chargebacks. The cash was back in his account before he hung up the phone.

 

Apparently it sucks to be the owner of a penis in a bar. I've been so hammered I started dancing on speakers with no shoes on while screaming along with the song, and all that earned me was the nickname Speaker Girl every time I came back after that.

The kitchen & bar The Sadist works at had a fun time kicking someone out last weekend. Last call had come and they were closing when a guy went outside for a smoke. The bouncer at the door told him that if he went outside he wouldn't be allowed back in. The guy had his smoke and then tried to get back in, so he was of course told he couldn't. He got all belligerent about it and the bouncer asked him to leave the property. Apparently he felt the appropriate response was to pull not one, but two knives and start yelling 'IMMA STAB YOU UP MOTHERFUCKER'. Good thing there were 2 other guys at the door; they tackled him from behind and no one was hurt.

 

Same type of thing, we were in Indy the weekend of the Super Bowl and stopped at a Hooters. We drank four large beers each, with dinner, on the Friday night before we were going to hit the town and party for a while when we were denied at last call because we'd had too much. Didn't even really feel a buzz yet and here I was being cut off. It was offensive. This is the mid-west, we were barely even getting started.

 

Indeed, if you're an average guy and you're in a trendy bar/club, you're just revenue at that point. I'm sure Dewercs will agree with this. As soon as it gets too crowded or they start doing face control you're likely to be asked to leave. I've never been asked to leave a bar, but I've had friends be denied entry simply becasue they didn't dress well enough. I remember one time in particular me and a friend were in downtown SD and tried going into this one trendy place. The bouncer said I could go in but my friend couldn't because he was too drunk. He was three drinks in, the bouncer just didn't think he fit their image.

 

I figured that's the standard for most Vegas nightclubs. Had a couple friends tossed out of the then called Pure nightclub in Caesar's Palace. It was the first bar we went into that night and they were literally walked out not even five minutes after going in. The best part of it...it wasn't even 10pm and the place still fairly empty.

We had arrived separately, so while they're getting tossed, I'm at the bar with a bartender trying to rip me off when I gave him a $100 to pay for a single beer...he gave me back change for a $20. He tried to give me shit and tell me he'd call his manager and have me tossed. I called his bluff and told him he should include hotel security and LVPD as well since I plan on filing a theft report. Instead he came back with the rest of my change, but since it was cash, I have no idea if I could've proved anything.

 

Hand clappers?

I can see why she would throw you out.

 

Its been my experience clubs want to avoid de popo whenever possible. Nothing kills the mood like a uniformed officer, so you did well. If push comes to shove, they would have counted down the drawer in order to isolate the discrepancy, which can take forever depending on the amount business running through that particular register. Considering he coughed up the cash, he was most likely betting you were too lit to argue. If you were wrong, there is no way in hell a bartender is coughing up that much scratch without an argument. YRMV.