Fat ruined a potentially great day with new friends To preface the story, some background. I am a huge (not sizewise) car guy and am a member a few forums for the make/model of my car. Occasionally, people on these forums put together a club day where they invite a bunch of local members to hang out and work on their cars together, since for a lot of jobs, more hands are better and for other mundane maintenance jobs, its always nice to have people around to talk to and bounce ideas off of.  Having access to a large warehouse, I decided to host one of these tech days last weekend. I put together a forum post saying that I'll provide the space, running water, electricity, compressed air and car lift if people brought everything else (food, drinks, tools, automotive fluids, etc). The response was really positive and the crowd online seemed excited. I got 7 RSVPs and the guys started coordinating who is bringing what. I left the forum thread open in case anyone else wanted to come with the comment that everyone was to bring something. Fast forward to the day of the event, everyone arrived early to get a full day's of wrenching in. As requested everyone brought something to throw onto the table or to work with. One guy even went the extra mile and hauled his car in on a trailer just so that he could ask bring a grill in the bed of his truck to BBQ for lunch. It was awesome to see people helping each other out and having a great time. I had my car up on the lift with a guy helping me replace the brakes when I heard another car roll in. I wasn't expecting anyone else, so I turned around to have a look at who it was. It wasn't one I recognized from the forum, but no big deal, sometimes lurkers show up to these things, so I went over there to greet the guy. The car pulled right up to the entrance to the building where the lift was and this monstrosity of a landwhale got out. I'd guess it weighed 450+ lbs and I was actually amazed that the suspension on its car didn't show signs of sagging when it rolled in. The thing was absolutely disgusting, the sweatpants it was wearing looked like they haven't been washed in ages and its t-shirt was stained with what I can only assume to be condiments and food droppings. Before I could even introduce myself as the coordinator of the event and ask who he was, the obeast points at my car on the lift and says "I need to use the lift, can you get that thing down?" I was a bit taken aback. "No? Sorry, who are you again?" The landseacow again points one of its handsausages at my car and says "I need to get on the lift." At this point I was close enough to it to the fatty to get a whiff of its nauseating body odor. I tried to keep my composure again by saying the lift was busy (as if it wasn't evident by the fact that there was a car on it with no wheels and the brakes completely disassembled, it would need to wait its turn, who the hell was it, and what did it bring to the table? The floobyl got all butthurt that it couldn't use the lift and started throwing a hissy fit. I ignored it and took a look at the car itself. It was gross inside and out. Inside there were food wrappers all over, the seats and interior trim looked sticky, and it was just all in bad condition. Outside it had some cheap body kit with flaking paint and poorly applied go-fast stickers in various places. While the mayonnaise huffer was bitching to one of the other members about how rude I was (apparently it still didn't realize that I was the host), I circled the rest of the group and no one recognized the butterball. One guy recognized the car as one that tried to race him on the freeway a few weeks earlier but that was it.  At this point the beetus enthusiast has his hood open and is asking people to borrow tools to do something. No one wants loan him anything and everyone is looking at me to kick him out. I decide I too have had enough and tell the guy that unless he brought something to offer (help, tools, anything), he will need to go. The dumpster goes into a rage yelling at the group for being bigots and assholes and a whole bunch of other things that didn't bother me coming from it. One of the guy's closed the Jabbamobile's hood for it and told him to get the fuck out. With everyone in our group circling it, hammy gets in its car and attempts to get away really aggressively, fails, and throws a bucket of beetusjuice out the window at one of the cars parked near the gate.  It was an annoying 30 minutes, but at least it was over with and the planet was gone. We all helped the guy whose car got covered in sugarwater clean it up and went to go get lunch ready. Not 15 minutes later, a bunch of police cars show up, demanding that we all were trespassing and had no right to be there. I approach the officer in charge saying that its my friend's warehouse and I have permission from him to be there, but that I couldn't get him on the phone because he was out of the country. The cops said the verbal permission wasn't good enough, without actually getting the owner in touch with the police department and unless we wanted to get arrested, we would all had 10 minutes to leave. None of us were allowed to take our stuff (only the cars) because the cops didn't know what was ours and what belonged to the owner of the warehouse, and the gate was locked behind us by the police. I ended up getting a ride out with one of the other guys since 10 minutes wasn't enough for me to finish putting my car back together. Its a good thing I have a 2nd car to drive while my car was locked in the warehouse. Now here is the funny part. The warehouse is in a secluded back corner of an commercial park. It is surrounded by trees and has a relatively long driveway. It isn't visible from any of the surrounding buildings or roads due to the treeline. And with the commercial park pretty much entirely empty on Saturday, the only person that would've known to report us was Fatty McFatfat, but I had no way of confirming it. My friend got back from out of the country yesterday morning, cleared all our fines by telling the police chief we were allowed to be there and showed me a copy of the police report. Facebooking the name of the person filing the complain, what do I see? A photo of that piece of shit car as the cover photo. That's right, lardass called the cops on us when we wouldn't let it mooch off our event. We're having a followup event tomorrow to go pick up our stuff, and finish working on the cars. This time I'm keeping it a private, invite-only event. tl;dr: I hosted an automotive club event and asked everyone to bring something for the group. Piggy shows up empty handed demanding this and that. Gets kicked out. Calls cops on us. We get fined and kicked out of our own event.