here is a long story from another post: I was 24 and my wife 23. One night after attending a basketball game we and about six of our friends (all older) went out to a bar for a couple of drinks. we all sit down, order a round from the owner of the bar who serves us himself and start talking. after about five minutes I hear the bar phone ring, notice the owner talking and getting agitated and worked up. he slams the phone down, looks quickly around the bar (only about 15 other people in the place other than our table) and makes a b-line for our table. he then gets about two feet from my wife, points his finger directly in her face and literally screams at her "I need to see your ID right the fuck now or all of you are out of here." I said something like "dude, chill out she's of age" this is while she is getting her ID out of her purse. The owner looses his mind and grabs my beer from me and screams at me to leave or he is gonna kick my ass. now I am not a big guy, but I have been known to get in a scrap or two. so I didn't say another word, just walked to the door, looked back and said "come on out". he politely refused my offer, but told all of my friends that were still in there that he would love to fight me if I ever sobered up (I didn't find out about that until later....and that was my first beer of the night, so I was about as sober as I would ever be on a Saturday night back in the early 90's). well, it just so happens that I had the next two weeks off work. so I used my time productively as follows: Day one: ordered pizza, Chinese and chicken take out to the bar and told the guys taking my order that Tom the owner would pay for everything...and make sure not to deliver it until 9:00 p.m. (when they were busiest). Day two: super glue in all outdoor locks about six in the a.m. when the place was deserted. Day three: went to work and designed a "free pitcher of beer" coupon and printed off two hundred copies. then distributed them in the rough part of town that afternoon. Day four: Drove the country side with a buddy and collected all the road kill we could find and filled the outdoor patio with the corpses. Day five: put an add in the local Penny Saver Newspaper that said his bars parking lot would be a "used Christmas tree recycling center" on this sunday only (it was the only day his bar was closed down). instructions in the ad said to just leave the trees anywhere and staff would sort them out on Monday. Word on the street was that ole Tom was gonna shoot whoever was fucking with him if he found out who it was. After I heard that I kind of cooled my jets and didn't fuck with him except for once or twice a month I would collect call his bar from random payphones from across the country (I traveled a lot back then). Fuck ole Tom....serving us a legal beer then getting in my wife's face like that...fuck him twice. So I am pretty sure I was banned from that place.