I'm going to have quite a few of these....
...but for now I'll start with one I overheard, rather than one that affected me directly*

I was in a pub having a meal once and there was another couple at the next table. The guy was moaning about everything. It was starting to get on my nerves, but the moment of glory came when he berated his waitress for bringing his food with the bones still in, why couldn't it have been filleted, it was shocking that he had to do it himself, what was he paying them for, etc etc etc.

It was a rack of barbecue ribs...


*I say it didn't affect me directly, but when I heard the thing about the ribs I really wanted to go and remove his fucking bones, the moron
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Sat 6 Sep 2008, 11:58, 1 reply)

The very definition
of a customer from hell, sirrah!
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 7:40, closed)