My Arch-nemesisI lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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ChrisWhen I first finished school, in the long summer before going off to Uni, my mates and I used to frequent a local pub.
One of the guys behind the bar, Chris, used to ID every single one of us every time we we went in to buy a drink. Now, we were a bunch of young lads so this would have been perfectly reasonable except for the following:
- We were in there most days.
- He knew us all by name (on many occasions, the conversation would go something like 'Can I see your ID please Snowy')
- Oh yeah, and we had actually been at school with him...
I could even have understood if it was some sort of private joke, but he didn't seem to get any amusement from it and nor did we. He was just being a jobsworth...
It finally culminated in him refusing to serve us because one lad didn't have any ID on him one day. We complained that this was ridiculous, and he promptly barred all of us.
A couple of weeks later he was sacked after they found out he had his hand in the till. Good.
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