so...I have obtained two more firsts in the Mark book of feats. Last saturday night I went out drinking with friends...well...I did pretty much all of my drinking before we left my place. Anyways, the verdict is Whyte Ave. and then I think the first bar we see. Hudsons I believe it was. So, there we are drinking..well...not me. I discovered shortly after starting my drink that I was a little more then drunk and should probably stop drinking before havoc let loose. So I start to drink water. Safe bet. But my stomach is upset. A little from drinking..but mostly from supper. which was food from Hooters. I had never been there before (first #1), but there was a mystery shopper assignment there (yeah...I'm a mystery shopper now. sweet hua?) so I figure why not? eat some place I've never been, have the meal paid for and get a lil extra cash on the side. man. what a mistake that was...food was so gross. Service was great though. Gave us a discount cuz the food was so bad. Anyways, I'm getting off topic...all you need to know is that my stomach was now full of gross greasy food and alcohol..
so. fast forward back to Hudsons. Very drunk, drinking water, with an upset stomach. So I think to myself. Well. I bet I can poop out some of that gross food and then maybe I'll feel better. Good thought. so. I go to where the washrooms are. There is a bouncer guy inside. odd. Go to the stall, close the door. Toilet seat is covered in either water or piss. Great. So I clean it all off and line the seat (I can't squat. gotta be comfy...cides...I couldn't imagine hovering in my state). Which took forever because the stupid paper roll kept getting stuck. Bouncer is asking if I'm alright. I say yes. I start my business. Banging on the door. Telling me I gotta get outta there. I'm like. I'm pooping. I'm finishing my business. Heavier banging. Telling me to hurry up and open the door. Open the door, wash my hands. Nick is there to check up. I tell him that I was just pooping. There's like a kazillion security guards hovering...we start back up the stairs.
Once we get up the stairs I'm told that I have to leave the building. He said that I was puking and that I have to leave. I was like...no. I was pooping. He told me I was puking and that I have to leave. I'm drunk...but I'm not aggressive or rowdy. I'm like, alright. your call, but I was pooping. I had to get Nick to tell the others that I had been kicked out because I had to leave the property. Obviously the right thing for me to have done was when they knocked on the stall, to have opened the door while I was doing my business and say. look. I'm pooping and it's really hard to get things done with you continuously hassling me. And then close the door again. And that is the story of how I got kicked out of a bar for going to the washroom (first #2) where I was supposed to go to the washroom.
so. fast forward back to Hudsons. Very drunk, drinking water, with an upset stomach. So I think to myself. Well. I bet I can poop out some of that gross food and then maybe I'll feel better. Good thought. so. I go to where the washrooms are. There is a bouncer guy inside. odd. Go to the stall, close the door. Toilet seat is covered in either water or piss. Great. So I clean it all off and line the seat (I can't squat. gotta be comfy...cides...I couldn't imagine hovering in my state). Which took forever because the stupid paper roll kept getting stuck. Bouncer is asking if I'm alright. I say yes. I start my business. Banging on the door. Telling me I gotta get outta there. I'm like. I'm pooping. I'm finishing my business. Heavier banging. Telling me to hurry up and open the door. Open the door, wash my hands. Nick is there to check up. I tell him that I was just pooping. There's like a kazillion security guards hovering...we start back up the stairs.
Once we get up the stairs I'm told that I have to leave the building. He said that I was puking and that I have to leave. I was like...no. I was pooping. He told me I was puking and that I have to leave. I'm drunk...but I'm not aggressive or rowdy. I'm like, alright. your call, but I was pooping. I had to get Nick to tell the others that I had been kicked out because I had to leave the property. Obviously the right thing for me to have done was when they knocked on the stall, to have opened the door while I was doing my business and say. look. I'm pooping and it's really hard to get things done with you continuously hassling me. And then close the door again. And that is the story of how I got kicked out of a bar for going to the washroom (first #2) where I was supposed to go to the washroom.
You SO should have done that.
Then they probably would have kicked you out for being a smart ass.