Once in Turkey, three of us went to a waterfront nightclub. My two buddies took a "lady" to a booth and was buying her expensive drinks. I sat a table alone listening to the band. After a while I noticed my buddies running for the door. I didn't know what was up, but it looked bad so I ran for the door behind them. You had to go down a flight of stairs to get to the door. A "bouncer" leaned over the railing and grabbed my hair as I was running. Luckily I had GI haircut and there was very little to grab. I found out later, my buddies had told them I was holding their money and was going to pay for everything.Let me tell you something, you go to the bar to watch a game with 55wildcat...if he says he has to go make a phone call, that bastard is not returning. Once he's out that door, his bar tab just became your problem.