I used to work at Threshers too!
Man alive, it was fun.

We had:
The guy who would cigars every single night. He was nice.

The old geezer who used to buy 3 bottles of wine every other night (you know, with the whole 3 for fucking 2 offer), and who I actually used to get on really well with until something about global warming was on the TV and my views didn't match his views and he stopped talking to me. Stupid old man.

The very tall and most likely mentally handicapped black man who would come in 15 minutes before closing trying to use an obviously stolen card and kicking up a fuss when we wouldn't serve him. Alomst every night. He also asked if I've slept with a black guy and if not, would I like to go home with him.

And then the many homelss drunks we had living in the hostels on the same road would try and pay a visit.

We never played Threshers Bingo, but me and my mate took great pleasure in pretending to be meerkats. And scaring the new staff when my mate pretended to kick off when I asked him for ID. Har

Good times.
(Beacon, Mon 12 Jan 2009, 12:52, Reply)