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Let me set the scene. The bar is EMPTY. There are three customers, they are all drinking coffee, sitting by the fireplace and reading. We had a large booking for the afternoon, a funeral 
So we had cornered off a section of the bar and put up reserved signs so they could all sit together.
So, here is where the cranky old bastards enter. There are four of them, average age about 75. They immediately walk into the reserved section, look horrified and storm up to the bar.
SC: Excuse me! Why are those tables reserved??
Me: Oh, we have a large booking for later in the afternoon. It's the only place where we can accomodate them all.
SC: Well we want to sit there!
Now, I must point out again, the bar is EMPTY. And my bar is not a small bar, it is very large, we can easily sit over 200 people comfortably. Why they wanted this section was beyond me. There was nothing special about it, it didn't even have a nice view out the windows.
Me: I'm sorry, but it's reserved. There are plenty of other tables available.
SC: You're not listening to me. We want to sit there!
Me: Can I just ask why it is so important you sit there sir?
SC: Because we want to! We don't need a reason!
Me: OK, but I'm afraid I'm not changing it. That area is reserved for a funeral party.
SC: I don't care about a stupid funeral.
He should care. At his age, he'll be attending one soon, and he'll be the guest of honor.
Me: Well I'm still not changing it.
We stare at each other in silence for about a minute.
SC: Fine! We'll sit there!
He points to a random table.
SC: But put reserved signs around all the tables near us!
Me: Why?
SC: I don't want anyone else to sit near us.
Me: I'm not doing that. What if we get busy? It would be unfair to the other customers.
SC: Well you're not being fair to me!
Me: Well thats the way it's going to be.
SC: Fine.
They sit down. Oh great. That's not the end of it! They want table service! We don't do table service as it gets too busy. Whenever it's dead I do give table service just to be nice, but this guy had pissed me off.
SC: *clicks fingers* EXCUSE ME! OVER HERE! EXCUSE ME!
I pretend I don't hear him and clean something random. He finally comes up to the bar.
SC: Excuse me! But we would like some wine!
Me: Certainly. What kind of wine would you like?
SC: Dry...white...bottle...four glasses...to my table...now.
Me: I'm afraid we don't do table service sir.
SC: Table...now.
Me: You need to pay for it.
He bangs the money on the bar top and walks away. I bang the wine bottle on the bar top and leave it there. He realises I'm not going to budge and returns for it.
A family of four enters. They go to sit near the annoying old bastards.
SC: Oh no you don't! We're sitting here! Go sit away from us!
That was the last straw.
Me: OK that's it. I've had enough of you. Leave now.
SC: Don't worry, we're going to. The service here is terrible!
They left, each giving me a dirty look.
The three customers drinking coffee gave me a large tip. One of them said I had the patience of a saint and if it was him, he would have given the old man a black eye.
So we had cornered off a section of the bar and put up reserved signs so they could all sit together.So, here is where the cranky old bastards enter. There are four of them, average age about 75. They immediately walk into the reserved section, look horrified and storm up to the bar.
SC: Excuse me! Why are those tables reserved??
Me: Oh, we have a large booking for later in the afternoon. It's the only place where we can accomodate them all.
SC: Well we want to sit there!
Now, I must point out again, the bar is EMPTY. And my bar is not a small bar, it is very large, we can easily sit over 200 people comfortably. Why they wanted this section was beyond me. There was nothing special about it, it didn't even have a nice view out the windows.
Me: I'm sorry, but it's reserved. There are plenty of other tables available.
SC: You're not listening to me. We want to sit there!
Me: Can I just ask why it is so important you sit there sir?
SC: Because we want to! We don't need a reason!
Me: OK, but I'm afraid I'm not changing it. That area is reserved for a funeral party.
SC: I don't care about a stupid funeral.
He should care. At his age, he'll be attending one soon, and he'll be the guest of honor.
Me: Well I'm still not changing it.
We stare at each other in silence for about a minute.
SC: Fine! We'll sit there!
He points to a random table.
SC: But put reserved signs around all the tables near us!
Me: Why?
SC: I don't want anyone else to sit near us.
Me: I'm not doing that. What if we get busy? It would be unfair to the other customers.
SC: Well you're not being fair to me!
Me: Well thats the way it's going to be.
SC: Fine.
They sit down. Oh great. That's not the end of it! They want table service! We don't do table service as it gets too busy. Whenever it's dead I do give table service just to be nice, but this guy had pissed me off.
SC: *clicks fingers* EXCUSE ME! OVER HERE! EXCUSE ME!
I pretend I don't hear him and clean something random. He finally comes up to the bar.
SC: Excuse me! But we would like some wine!
Me: Certainly. What kind of wine would you like?
SC: Dry...white...bottle...four glasses...to my table...now.
Me: I'm afraid we don't do table service sir.
SC: Table...now.
Me: You need to pay for it.
He bangs the money on the bar top and walks away. I bang the wine bottle on the bar top and leave it there. He realises I'm not going to budge and returns for it.
A family of four enters. They go to sit near the annoying old bastards.
SC: Oh no you don't! We're sitting here! Go sit away from us!
That was the last straw.
Me: OK that's it. I've had enough of you. Leave now.
SC: Don't worry, we're going to. The service here is terrible!
They left, each giving me a dirty look.
The three customers drinking coffee gave me a large tip. One of them said I had the patience of a saint and if it was him, he would have given the old man a black eye.
in me to come out.
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