lesson in strictness

 I got kicked out from clubs many times. Being mostly too drunk and exhibiting bad manners, it served me right. Wheather I danced the cockalorum-dance crashing down with someone on the dance floor and getting my shirt ripped at the Golden Gate, or throwed a ice cube toward ignorant, cocaine and coolness soaked bartenders at Kater Holzig, I always agreed the ban, at least after I was brought to reason.  But when I got kicked out from Thirsty Dog saturday night,  I was completely innocent. Because the bartender did not see me behind the edge I waited forever to get a drink. To got served I decided to take a cup and hint at filling it by my own. Neither  I did not intend to do it, nor I touched the tap, but acted as if I would. I thought I was smart as the bartender showed up to my surpise within a half second. Unfortunately, another half second later I was collard by the stuff gorilla who took me out pushing and shouting as if I had attacked someone. Apparently, to observe the rules strictly make staff loose their basic manners and even worse their sense of humor. Folks, relax, this response was completely overexaggerated. But actually it is so hilarious that I can't wait to walk right into the next invisible American no-go-red-alert-trap...