The pub, and working in it
You get some right cunts in pubs.

Like the ones who'll ask for a coke. Then tell me again, coke. Despite me continually asking for small or large. To top it off, they'll ask for no ice, and then watch me press ONE BUTTON, walk away, then give it to them when it's done. They'll still ask me to top it up. In other words, they think that surrendering ice in a glass designed to hold ice will mean I'll give them more. Kiss. My. Arse. Pubs that use measured pourers lose tonns in revenue to these people!

The others are the 'top it up, luv' people. Fair enough if we're busy and I've just hurried your ale - of course I'll top it up. Even with a sweet smile and maybe an apology. But waiting 5 minutes at the bar for a head that's SUPPOSED TO BE THERE to die off, or to have a sip THEN ask me, will result in bar staff across the country telling you to go and fuck yourself!

If I ask you to repeat yourself a few times, please understand that it's rare for this to happen, you're quieter than most mice and it's busy in here. If I explain that I'm deaf, don't just laugh then stare at me, expecting me to pour your drinks!


If you need to speak to my manager and I'm alone in the pub, I'll tell you my manager isn't here. I'm not going to ring him up on his mobile to book you a table for three weeks time. Wait til 6 o'clock like I've suggested, you wanker! Chances are that I've given you the pub phone number. Can I please ask, that if the person in this situation who rang up the pub whilst stood in front of me after this situation could please come forward; I'm not on shift and I'd like to kill you now.


*seethes*
( Methylene Blue - electrohead, Wed 7 May 2008, 2:20, Reply)