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Quiet night at the pub, but we are happy because the Easter weekend nearly killed us all. A man, mid 60's has been standing at the end of the bar all evening chatting to the staff. We have never seen him before and found him a bit creepy. He finished his beer.
Me: Would you like another?
SC: *looks at watch* Errmmm...yeah go on then! It's two hours until my last bus home, and I'm quite happy here.
We carry on with our night. He finishes that beer sometime later.
SC: Could I have another? I still have over an hour until my last bus.
Me: Sure.
He drinks that beer.
SC: *looks at watch* Well it's cutting it close, but I will have another.
Me: Are you sure? I don't want you missing your bus.
SC: Yeah I'll make it.
He has his beer.
SC: *looks at watch* Oh! Look at the time! I've missed my bus! I guess I'll just stay here a bit longer.
I go about my night. It is an hour before closing time and I am doing my jobs. I keep overhearing him making comments every time another member of staff walked past.
SC: Can't believe I missed my bus!
SC: Now I have no idea how I'm going to get home!
SC: I don't know what I'm going to do!
On and on he went. Different variations of the same comments. We closed the pub. Manager walked out.
M: OK can people start finishing their drinks please?
SC: I can't get home.
M: I'm sorry?
SC: I missed my bus. I can't get home.
M: Oh that's bad. Would you like me to ring a taxi for you?
SC: I'm an old man. I can't afford a taxi.
I saw inside his wallet. Unless he lived in France he definitely had taxi money.
M: Oh...well we are closing I'm afraid. You need to finish your drink. However, the taxi office is literally in the street behind us. You could go there and speak to them. The police station is also on the same street if you are really stuck.
M went about her business. He stood there, not moving.
SC: Can't believe I'm stuck here.
He turned to me.
SC: Can you give me a lift to *town 20 miles away*
Me: I'm afraid I can't. I only live 10 minutes walk from here so I don't drive.
SC: Oh. Who does?
Me: I ermm....I don't think anyone drives that is working today.
That was a lie. The only one with a car was the manager, and I wasn't going to put her in danger!
SC: I don't believe you.
He called M over.
SC: I need someone in here to drive me home. I have no other option.
M: I am sorry but I am NOT driving you home. Getting your bus was your responsibility and you missed it. You need to live with the consequences.
SC: I'm the customer! You HAVE to!
M: I am also a 26 year old woman who is not going to allow a strange man she has never met before into her car to drive him to God knows where! Now, we are closed. Goodnight.
SC: You HAVE to-
M: I SAID GOODNIGHT!
He left and loitered out the front until we had finished. M offered all of us a ride home, which meant that every seat in her car was taken.
SC: What the hell are you doing?? What about me??
M: Taxi office, 100 feet that way. Police station a little further. Go to them!
A co-worker waved at him as we drove away.
Me: Would you like another?
SC: *looks at watch* Errmmm...yeah go on then! It's two hours until my last bus home, and I'm quite happy here.
We carry on with our night. He finishes that beer sometime later.
SC: Could I have another? I still have over an hour until my last bus.
Me: Sure.
He drinks that beer.
SC: *looks at watch* Well it's cutting it close, but I will have another.
Me: Are you sure? I don't want you missing your bus.
SC: Yeah I'll make it.
He has his beer.
SC: *looks at watch* Oh! Look at the time! I've missed my bus! I guess I'll just stay here a bit longer.
I go about my night. It is an hour before closing time and I am doing my jobs. I keep overhearing him making comments every time another member of staff walked past.
SC: Can't believe I missed my bus!
SC: Now I have no idea how I'm going to get home!
SC: I don't know what I'm going to do!
On and on he went. Different variations of the same comments. We closed the pub. Manager walked out.
M: OK can people start finishing their drinks please?
SC: I can't get home.
M: I'm sorry?
SC: I missed my bus. I can't get home.
M: Oh that's bad. Would you like me to ring a taxi for you?
SC: I'm an old man. I can't afford a taxi.
I saw inside his wallet. Unless he lived in France he definitely had taxi money.
M: Oh...well we are closing I'm afraid. You need to finish your drink. However, the taxi office is literally in the street behind us. You could go there and speak to them. The police station is also on the same street if you are really stuck.
M went about her business. He stood there, not moving.
SC: Can't believe I'm stuck here.
He turned to me.
SC: Can you give me a lift to *town 20 miles away*
Me: I'm afraid I can't. I only live 10 minutes walk from here so I don't drive.
SC: Oh. Who does?
Me: I ermm....I don't think anyone drives that is working today.
That was a lie. The only one with a car was the manager, and I wasn't going to put her in danger!
SC: I don't believe you.
He called M over.
SC: I need someone in here to drive me home. I have no other option.
M: I am sorry but I am NOT driving you home. Getting your bus was your responsibility and you missed it. You need to live with the consequences.
SC: I'm the customer! You HAVE to!
M: I am also a 26 year old woman who is not going to allow a strange man she has never met before into her car to drive him to God knows where! Now, we are closed. Goodnight.
SC: You HAVE to-
M: I SAID GOODNIGHT!
He left and loitered out the front until we had finished. M offered all of us a ride home, which meant that every seat in her car was taken.
SC: What the hell are you doing?? What about me??
M: Taxi office, 100 feet that way. Police station a little further. Go to them!
A co-worker waved at him as we drove away.
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