Turning into your parents
Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
Unable to hold back the genetic tide, I find myself gardening in my carpet slippers, asking for a knife and fork in McDonalds and agreeing with the Daily Telegraph. I'm beyond help - what about you?
Thanks to b3th for the suggestion
( , Thu 30 Apr 2009, 13:39)
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Staying in London
and waiting for our flight back to Oz, we decided to go to a pub near Victoria Station. It was near a Tesco's and Fitness first I beleive.
She decides to go to the toilet while I get some drinks.
The pub had a beer festival on to celebrate the 200th anniversary of Trafalgar. I decide to partake in a local drop, as I am partial to regional beers, and there were a number on offer.
The Eastern European barmaid pours me a pint of some beer, and I get a wine for her. Beer looks flat, but that's never stopped me before.
I take drinks back to table and wait. Being polite I don't want to have a drink before she gets back, but have to have one as I am quite dry. Danger.
She sees me sitting at the table, smiles and comes over.
"What's wrong?" she asks
"This beer, it's warm and doesn't taste too good" I reply
"Don't drink it then."
To which I replies and channeled my father:
"I paid for it, of course I'm going to drink it".
And our family tradition of thrift proudly continued. The pint went down alright after the initial shock of the temperature.
( , Fri 1 May 2009, 6:46, 2 replies)
and waiting for our flight back to Oz, we decided to go to a pub near Victoria Station. It was near a Tesco's and Fitness first I beleive.
She decides to go to the toilet while I get some drinks.
The pub had a beer festival on to celebrate the 200th anniversary of Trafalgar. I decide to partake in a local drop, as I am partial to regional beers, and there were a number on offer.
The Eastern European barmaid pours me a pint of some beer, and I get a wine for her. Beer looks flat, but that's never stopped me before.
I take drinks back to table and wait. Being polite I don't want to have a drink before she gets back, but have to have one as I am quite dry. Danger.
She sees me sitting at the table, smiles and comes over.
"What's wrong?" she asks
"This beer, it's warm and doesn't taste too good" I reply
"Don't drink it then."
To which I replies and channeled my father:
"I paid for it, of course I'm going to drink it".
And our family tradition of thrift proudly continued. The pint went down alright after the initial shock of the temperature.
( , Fri 1 May 2009, 6:46, 2 replies)
I've never had a barman refuse
to replace a pint I didn't like. Most are very polite, although one or two will try it on.
( , Fri 1 May 2009, 14:09, closed)
to replace a pint I didn't like. Most are very polite, although one or two will try it on.
( , Fri 1 May 2009, 14:09, closed)
that's funny
I refused to do that all the time when I was behind the bar.
( , Sat 2 May 2009, 4:07, closed)
I refused to do that all the time when I was behind the bar.
( , Sat 2 May 2009, 4:07, closed)
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