I was asked at work ages back why my breath smelt of booze.
I replied "I've been to the pub". They couldn't really sya anything, as it wasn't written into their petty fucking rulebook.
I was refused service once in Sainsburys buying a bottle of wine on my way back from the pub. I wasn't arseholed, I'd only had a few teatime sharpeners, but the jobsworth cow wouldn't let me buy it, as "I'd been drinking. Would you like someone to explain our policy?" Twat, I had to go to bloody Asda instead.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Fri 31 Aug 2012, 11:54, Reply)