Pizza Hut
We went to Pizza Hut for my birthday, and they couldn't seat the six of us straight away, so we had to hang about. I'm on two crutches at the moment, and yet after ten minutes the waitress revealed that we had been waiting for a seat upstairs. We had to wait a bit longer for a downstairs table, and when a table for six cleared we sat down straight away so that we wouldn't lose it to another customer. The table was covered in junk and rubbish, but we assumed the waiter was coming over to clear it. Not so, he was here to tell us that "Yis cannae sit here till ah've cleared it. 'Cause it'd be manky." Right. I got up, onto my crutches. Then I thought "Fuck you." and sat down again. Jesus.

And I actually don't care whether it's "legal tender" or not, I am still going to bite the face of the next arsehole who makes me hang about while they check with their supervisor whether they can accept my money when I'm down in England visiting my boyfriend. When I worked in a shop I was perfectly happy to accept notes from anywhere in the British Isles (including an extremely plasticky Northern Irish tenner), as do all Scottish shops. It's just another example of the dismissive attitude and complete ignorance that a lot of English people have towards their neighbours.
(SusK, Thu 19 May 2005, 7:48, Reply)