re: Have you ever been asked to leave?

I was at check point Charlie’s near the quarter and I was doing some day drinking the bar tender got upset because she said I was sleeping when I was only just resting.
I also think I talked to a midget and was asking him if he’d ever be thrown to a wall while wearing Velcro.
We both lol’d.

Floridabama. Bachelor party. Pissed off a girl that asked me to go somewhere else because she had a friend that thought I was creepy. Asked politely who her friend was so I know to steer clear of. Didn’t want to tell me and demanded that I leave. I replied I didn’t care about her or her ugly arse friends. I spoke to lots of people that night but didn’t know who she was. I was drunk of course and the only thing I can think of is there was a girl I was staring at that I thought I had a cool convo with earlier in the night but I wasn’t sure if it was the same girl so I kept waiting to make eye contact and didn’t think of how creepy it must have come off ??. To this day it bothers me cuz I want to know what it was doing in my drunken state.

When you scream the wrong lady’s name during sex. That will leave you with a bad case of blue balls.

I was evicted from The Whites Motel in Panama City Beach, Florida. Spring Break 1998.

As a teenager I was asked to leave a lot of places my friends and I were loitering.

As a grown man? Of course not. I know how to assess a situation and act accordingly. If I can't assess the situation properly, I either leave or if I need to be there, keep my mouth shut.

Hollywood Casino in BSL kicked us out one night. Buddy and I were on a heater on the BJ table. The 3rd person that went with us was passed out at a slot machine on the other side of the casino because we had stayed way later than expected bc of said heater. We get a tap on shoulder that all 3 of us have to go because of the passed out one. They tried to say we couldn't cash out or chips before leaving. 30 minutes later we finally had our money and were waiting on a taxi outside.

When I was 18, freshly graduated from a very small town high school, I drove to Dallas to see jazz musician Jimmy McGriff. He was playing at a small club near the state fairgrounds. It was a rough street. I parked and went to the club. The crowd was middle aged black men and women. The man at the door started grilling me with questions. I think he thought I was there to cause trouble. I was too dense to realize I was in a problem situation.

He "suggested" that I leave. But, an older (to me at the time) black woman came up, talked to me (asked me questions about McGriff that I easily answered) and said I could sit by her table. I had no issues after that. I got to meet Jimmy McGriff. He absolutely tore up the Hammond B3 he was playing.

When I left, the woman asked this huge guy to walk with me out to the car. She had some excuse for doing it, but looking back, she was clearly making sure I didn't get my arse kicked by someone from one of the nearby bars.

I was asked to leave the Netherlands and told never to come back. I'm actually on a list.

Some coworkers and i were asked to leave a waffle house at 1 am for being too loud. We went across the street to debts and was welcomed with open arms