Customers from HellThe customer is always right. And yet, as 'listentomyopinion' writes, this is utter bollocks.
Tell us of the customers who were wrong, wrong, wrong but you still had to smile at (if only to take their money.)
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chthonic, Thu 4 Sep 2008, 16:42)
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You utter, utter twunt...Dax, that was his name. Working in a bar, there was this wanker Dax that came in at 12 in the afternoon to get pissed, left at 2am the next day and, without fail, URINATED all over the damn sofa there every Saturday!
He was a mate of the landlord therefore his disgusting habits were seldom questioned no matter how many times I mentioned it to the barman...
He would ask me out for a drink when he was in his 60s.
He would ask me "why do you look so spooky?" because of my eyeliner, and just because I wasn't a tarted up chav with her tits resting on the bar.
He bit and spat his damned nails all over the tables.
He stunk.
He would drink Guiness and complain about the perfect head (ho ho, innudendo.) on it so the freeloading bastard got half a pint for free due to my actually fine Guiness pouring skills.
He spoke to me as if I were taking notes for an upcoming biography. Every single boring bloody detail when I was faced with a herd of angry football player demanding their stella.
I ACTUALLY GOT THE SACK WHEN I TOLD HIM TO JUST FUCKING DRY UP AND STOP YACKING AWAY AT ME.
He just wouldn't stop talking.
I will go there one day and what I shall do to their toilets in there will be nothing short of an Eli Roth movie involving toilet matter.
So ner.
(, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 17:02, 1 reply)
Ooh, hyper-corrective subjunctiveI don't have any other comment, I'm just a pedant.
(, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 19:04, closed)
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