I used to work in a pub
and the only food we served were pork pies and pasties, and the usual crisps, nuts, pickled eggs etc.

So occasionally I would have to serve up a pie or pasty, no problem, happy to do so.

Until one evening, this cunt came in and made a fuss about there being "no food." I told him there were other places nearby (like the local Wetherspoons) that did meals, but all we did were bar snacks.

This wasn't good enough, he was in a hurry, he had to catch a train and had to eat NOW. So after much huffing and puffing he opted for a cheese and onion pasty, which he wanted warmed up in the microwave.

I accepted his order with professional politeness and went out back to the kitchen to prepare his snack.

Where, sobbing with rage, I lovingly prepared the pasty by placing it in the microwave for 60 seconds.

I then served it to him on a plate with a side salad. He seemed to enjoy it.

Dktr S

Oh forgot to say, before putting it the microwave I sneezed on it. And spat on it when it came out.
(Dr Skagra glorious glargzhem, Thu 18 Sep 2008, 16:14, Reply)