re: Have you ever been asked to leave?

Was warned that i'd be asked to leave a club one night...Worked third at the time and had been up 36 hours. My girl friend at the time wanted to go to the club. Once I sat down and got still for 15 minutes I was out, hadn't had a drop to drink. Played pool for the next three hours.

If haven't been asked to leave or forcibly tossed out of somewhere I don't think I'd want to hangout with you

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I e been asked to leave about 1-2 ball games a year in various sports.

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I was kicked out of my first bar at 17. A few since.

Once asked to leave a strip club but that was really just a misunderstanding.

Escorted off the premises at a hayride, which the officer correctly described as “a church function in a dry country.”

Not recently that I can recall.

I got asked to leave a craps table once. I was waaay too drunk to be throwing dice. Stick guy hit my hand twice before I was asked to leave

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I got asked to leave a craps table once. I was waaay too drunk to be throwing dice. Stick guy hit my hand twice before I was asked to leave

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But you’re supposed to be loud and obnoxious at a craps table. That’s some BS unless you interfere with the dice, etc.

Nope

When I was a raging alcoholic I just drank alone at home everyday

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That’s some BS unless you interfere with the dice, etc.

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I didn’t interfere but my dice rolling that night was a little unorthodox you could say. I think the final straw was when I did a shot put roll.

Okay, this was humiliating for me, but I was escorted out of a Dave & Busters in the late 1990s by security.

So, I was with my husband who was wanting the buffalo waffle fries at Dave and Busters. It was 9ish in the evening and we were waiting in line to get in, only to find out that the line was because they were collecting a $20pp cover. Which was and still is RETARDED, but especially so in the 90's. (maybe they were trying to filter out the undesirables) Anyways, husband tells bouncer we are just there to pick up food. He lets us past no cover. Husband orders fries at the bar and beers to drink while we wait. The fries show up in a to-go box and husband says to me, I'm still drinking my beer, might as well eat the fries at the bar. Two giant security men take us each out by the arm. We didn't make a scene, we didn't ask to talk to managers, we didn't even say how ridiculous a cover at D&B is, but I was so embarrassed being frog walked out in front of a bunch of ghetto arse people.