I worked in a well known chain of bars
for almost two years. Although the social life was superb, the clientelle were somewhat lacking in both manners and brain cells. Therefore, the ruder the drunk retards were to me whilst I was serving them, the more money I would add onto the total of their bill, in multiples of £1 to make it easy to remember. I liked to call this my "tip".

I also used to "accidentally" knock full pints across the bar onto men who told me to cheer up/were wearing white tops/waved money at me/generally looked unsavory.

We also blatantly ignored customers in favour of our own entertainment, which took the form of the "Bar Olympics". My specialist event was Extreme Freepour, but there were many, many others, including Curling, with real ice and brooms along the length of the bar, and a unnamed game involving huge chunks of ice and 2 ice scoops, which had to be retired when one girl eneded up in A&E having stitches in her face.

I never spat in anyone's food though. That's just mean.

(This is my first ever post. Please be gentle...)
( kirst0s, Mon 24 Jul 2006, 10:31, Reply)