So I was just going to buy a three-dollar bottle of water, drink it, and fill it back up. I found out that they pour the bottle into a larger 16 oz plastic cup. I asked why I couldn't have the bottle, and he said at other concerts people decided to throw the bottles at the band, so no more water bottles. 

I told the bartender this was a Phish concert, and that would never happen. He replies like that was the craziest thing he has ever heard, and how he has been a bartender for a long time and knows concert crowds. This place was packed and it felt like a hundred degrees. No lie... hottest indoor show I have ever been at. 

So now I just ask for a plastic 16oz cup. Again he gives me a cocky, "I am a bartender, no, fuck off" reply. So, by this point I am getting a little pissed off. All I wanted was to be able to leave the bar with more then 8oz of water for my friends and I. So I just say I am real hot and ask if I can just please have a 16 oz plastic cup. He tells me no way... get lost if.  You want a big cup, then buy a three-dollar water. 

I tell him I will if I can keep the bottle - all I had was 5 bucks left. He again says no and says that I can't even get an 8oz cup now. He is the bartender and he has control over drink flow. I tell him don't be an asshole, he flips out and yells to security to escort me out. I couldn't believe this.  I had never been kicked out before, and I have done a lot worse stuff then try to get water. 

I was being hauled off by this big black security guard half-hour into the show. It was a living nightmare: he is about to kick me out!  I am about 5 feet from the door when he lets go of me to talk to another security guard. I didn't run, just walked into the crowd and tried to disappear. 

I get about 4 feet away, look at the security guard, and he tells me to get back here. I shake my head no. I didn't want to run - it was too crowded.  He then looks at me one more time and waves me off.  Into the show I went. Talk about a close call for a stupid reason.

 - Jordan C.