On Being “Kicked Out Of” Places and Events

Last Updated on August 17, 2018 by Terry

Have you ever been “kicked out of” anything? I have some old golfing buddies who I feel sure have been “Thrown out of” a few bars.

Sometimes you see ball players tossed out of the game occasionally. But what about us, have we ever been “kicked out”?

Well, I can write the procedures! When someone is stupid, I feel I must tell them. I believe it is my duty as a normal unstupid representative of the human race to inform these perpetrators when they are being their normal stupid selves.

But, when you inform them, you may have to suffer their wrath. If they have any power, you can be kicked out of whatever you were participating in.

I found this comment and I think It will work as my illustration about stupid: (Commenter unknown)

“When you are dead, you do not know you are dead. It only affects the people around you”

So:

“When you are stupid, you do not know you are stupid. It only affects the people around you”.

Anyway, that’s how I feel about them sometimes.

Yes, I have been kicked out a few times. The first time I can remember, I was thirteen. We were playing in the Lawson ballpark championship baseball game. The ump was blind and crazy! I think he may have been friends with the other team’s coach or something. He obviously didn’t know the difference between balls and strikes.

I was the catcher and was therefore able to offer very rational comments to him on a regular basis. You know, a constant bombardment of criticism. I think he had reached his limit on how much advice he was supposed to take from a young teenage smart alec and he jumped back, pointed up in the air, and shouted: “he’s outta here”!

 Fortunately our assistant coach ran onto the field and started shouting at the ump and got into a big argument. My coach convinced the mean man to let me remain in the game and the coach promised that he would get me under control.

The umpire reversed his overreaction and allowed me to stay in the game. The next inning I hit a home run and won the game, therefore winning the league championship. You won’t believe what that stupid awful ump did next; he came over to our dugout and gave me the game ball. Don’t you just hate a guy like that?

You may not believe it, but back in 2006 I was kicked out of an airport.

Again, it was not my fault. I left Little Rock and had finally arrived at Wichita Falls, Texas about 7:30pm. I exited the plane and moved over to the turnstile to get my luggage and training gear. It was only 12 feet in diameter. We were looking at half of it on our side of the wall. I quickly saw my suitcase with my clothes come through the plastic barrier.

After a few minutes I became anxious as my large plastic case containing all my training materials was nowhere to be seen. Everyone else was now gone. I went to the one and only ticket counter to inform the airline representative that my case did not come. He seemed not to care but said this happens sometimes and another plane was due at 9 pm and it would probably be on that one. So, I took care of the car rental and sat down on the bench nearby.

About 9 pm I heard a sound in the distance and getting closer. I was certain it was either a giant egg beater or a small prop plane. Thankfully it was the plane. Finally I thought, I should get out of here in about 20 minutes and be at my motel around midnight.

I joined the next group of passengers to get our luggage. After all 18 of them had taken their luggage and left, I just stood there staring for a few minutes. Somehow this was not working for me.

I went back to the ticket agent to let him know my dilemma. For the second time he was cold to my misfortune. I told him that the lady at the ticket counter in Little Rock assured me not to worry about my gear arriving, “it will be there” she promised. I glanced back at the empty round spinning luggage thing one more time. I concluded that it was still not there.

That’s when the stupidity started. (Not me, him.) After I mentioned to the ticket guy in Wichita Falls what the lady in Little Rock said, he instructed me that I should call the lady in Little Rock. His smart alec remarks didn’t set well. I was angry already.

We began a shouting match. I thought I was winning when he reached for the phone and threatened me that he was going to call the police if I did not leave the airport. Even though it would only take a few steps to leave his rinky dink airport I was not ready to go.

I asked one more time about my gear. He said one more plane would be arriving at 10 pm. He again ordered me outside and began to dial the phone. As I backed away I asked if I could come back inside at 10 to check for my stuff. He said he would think about it and pointed toward the door and hung the phone back up.

So, I went outside. As there were no benches outside, I leaned against the wall. Occasionally I would peek inside just to confirm that yes, he was still watching me. Just to make the time pass, every few minutes I would try to convince myself that I am really not a bad person and he just didn’t know me well enough to like me.

 I reject the rumor that I am the cause of most of the unusual and uncomfortable situations I get into. I take comfort knowing that the earth is cursed and the devil doesn’t want me feeling good about myself. At least it makes me feel better knowing it’s not my fault. 

Anyway, I understood that the mean guy behind the counter was simply hoping to have a good day and my yelling at him jeopardized his goal. Therefore I hold no grudge.

 Thankfully my big plastic case came on the 10 pm flight. So as the crowd was exiting with their luggage, I walked in backwards hoping to conceal myself as I moved to the baggage claim corner and retrieved my case and hid in the crowd and left the airport. I found my motel around 1 am and almost went to sleep in my own class the next day.

The most recent kicked out of incident happened in July 2018.

Mikayla and Brad were moving back to Arkansas from Denver. They were hauling a trailer with all their things and needed a room in the Tulsa area after driving about 11 hours. I travel a lot and build up a lot of points toward free rooms so I reserved them a room in Tulsa.

Mikayla has a cat named Taco so I had to get a room that allows pets. I looked at the web site of the motel and they allowed pets for a $20 charge. I called to confirm the room. The manager informed me of the $25 pet charge. I mentioned it says $20 on their site. He agreed to honor the $20.

Mikayla changed the day of departure so I contacted the motel to change dates. The lady informed me of the $25 pet fee. I told her of my conversation with the manager of honoring the $20 fee. She asked me to hold and the manager got on the phone. He told me the fee was $25 and it did not matter what he had told me earlier! I calmed him down and told him that I would pay his inflated fee.

I don’t think he liked me using a little sarcasm and began shouting again. He told me: “I’m canceling the reservation” he screamed. “You don’t tell me how to run my motel”. I was unsure of what made him so mad. Maybe he didn’t like it when I called him a jackass.

The problem now was that I had waited too late to let the motel know that the date had been changed, and Mikayla was about an hour from the motel. But, I was able to scramble and find another room that would allow Taco to spend the night. Therefore, saving the day, again.

And after all that, when Mikayla arrived, she talked the nice lady into not charging $25 for Taco.

Let’s get back to the real story. Technically I didn’t get kicked out. Mikayla did. Does that still count on me?

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