Pubs piss me off over Christmas.
The shite Christmas music on constantly, bar staff wearing seasonal hats, and part time drinker office workers crawling out of the woodwork, and sitting in MY fucking usual place.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 3 Nov 2011, 12:58, 2 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

I don't like seeing shop staff being forced into wearing costumes and so on.
Their jobs are shitty enough already without publicly humiliating them in the name of false jollity. Poor bastards.
( Kroney, Thu 3 Nov 2011, 13:01, Reply)

The staff at my local Co-op bank had to dress up in an Arthurian theme some years ago.
Women in wimples, the men as jesters. Poor bastards, they looked uncomfortable as shit
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 3 Nov 2011, 13:06, Reply)

That's why I had a good laugh a couple of years ago
I'd been at the bar for ages, waiting to be served. Eventually, one of the barstaff comes over, gives me a couple of quid, and says "Put something decent on the jukebox, I'm sick of this Christmas shit. When you get back, I'll serve you first."

When I got back, he was down the other end of the bar. I chalked that one down to a loss, and continued to wait. A few minutes later, he sees me, remembers what he said, apologises profusely, and gets me a free drink! When he heard what I was ordering, I think he regretted it though.

Two double absinthes.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 3 Nov 2011, 13:02, Reply)