Got kicked out of a Hooters in Portland once... well, maybe twice. They have a zip-line to fire the orders into the kitchen, and my friends and I thought it would be hilarious to wing in our own orders instead of having the waitresses climb up on the step to wing them in. (It was an obvious ploy to get them to shake their tits while everyone got to watch). Kitchen didn't think it was as funny as we did as orders came flying in at two or three times their normal speed. They were angry looking Mexicans with knives. There were grumblings of mutiny. Then the 22 year old "manager" came out to us and very uncomfortably asked us to leave. He was obviously outside of his comfort zone, and while we found it hilarious, we didn't give him a hard time. Good times.