I’ve mentioned in a couple of previous posts that we have noticed a horrible trend developing at the pub: overly dramatic, horrible teenagers. We don’t know what’s happened. The snot nosed, bratty teen population has exploded. For the past two nights we have had to deal with 18 year olds who don’t have a clue how to behave in public. I would never have dreamed of acting like these kids did when I was 18. And I’m only 27!
Every single SC in this thread was around the age of 18, and behaved like a snot nosed brat.
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SC: Could I have a pint of lager please?
Me: Sure, can I just check your I.D?
SC: OHMYYYYYYYYYYYYYGAAAWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
He hands me the I.D while murmuring “I can’t fucking believe this!”
Me: OK, you were 18 two days ago…
SC: Yeah.
Me: You are 18 years and two days old. We I.D people who look under 25. Get used to being asked for proof of age.
SC: Just shut the fuck up and get me my drink.
Me: What did you just say? You know what, forget it. Someone else can serve you. You’re going to the back of the line.
SC: But you can’t do that to me!
Me: Watch me.
Co-worker walked on the bar.
CW: Who was next?
SC: Me! Me!
CW: *to me* Was he next?
Me: No.
CW: Sorry, you have to wait.
SC: You can’t treat me this waaaaaaaaaaaaay!
We left him to stew for ten minutes.
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SC: Excuse me, do you serve drinks here?
CW: No. You’ve taken a wrong turn. You’re at the library.
SC: Huh? What?
CW: I was being sarcastic.
SC: You’ve made me feel stupid!
CW: Think about what you asked and then you’ll see why.
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SC: I’ll have a scotch on the rocks.
He turned around to his friends and started giggling and high fiving, clearly very proud of what he had asked for. I give him the drink.
SC: What’s this? I didn’t ask for ice!
Me: You asked for scotch on the rocks. Don’t you know what rocks are?
SC: No.
Me: It’s ice.
SC: But I don’t take ice with my drinks. Also, can you top it up with coke? I hate neat whiskey.
I bit my tongue, because I nearly yelled “GET OUT!”
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CW is restocking the napkins and straws. Bratty boy picks up the holder right in front of her and dumps the contents all over the floor. He stands there with a big smile.
SC: I think you need to clean this up.
CW grabs the radio.
CW: Can I get a doorman to the bar immediately please? Quickly. I’m about to stab some little shit with a corkscrew.
SC: You can’t talk about your customers that way!
CW: Well that’s good because you’re no longer a customer
Doorman appears.
D: Is this him?
CW: Yes. Remove him.
SC: You can’t do that! I didn’t do anything!
CW: He just picked up the napkin holder and dumped it on the floor on purpose.
SC: Yeah but like, it’s not like I hit you or anything!
CW: Remove him.
D: Come with me please.
SC: But all my friends are still in here!
D: You can call them when you’re outside.
SC: But it’s snowing!
D: I will drag you out if you don’t start walking in three seconds.
He walked out in tears.
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I walk out into the garden to collect some glasses. Another brat approaches.
SC: Excuse me, do you have a light?
Me: Yes I do.
I had him my lighter. He sparks a cigarette and then proceeds to pocket it.
Me: Can I have my lighter back please?
SC: You don’t need to be so condescending!
Me: What’s condescending about me not wanting you to steal my property?
SC: You don’t need to make me feel bad either!
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I am heading back to the bar. I have four large stacks of glasses. An SC decides to kick a chair into my path.
SC: Try and pick that up with all those glasses in your hands!
Me: Or how about you pick it up and I don’t get the doorman to drag you out of here?
SC: You can’t talk to me like that.
You may think I am repeating myself a lot in this post, but seriously “You can’t *blah blah* to me!” was the most commonly used phrase of the night.
Me: Pick it up.
SC: I can’t. I’ve got a full drink in my hand.
Me: Pick it up.
SC: But I can’t!
Me: Ok, you’re out of here.
SC: OK! OK! Fine!
He picked it up.
Me: Good.
I still got him thrown out. I was in a terrible mood.
SC: You can’t do this! We had an agreement!
Me: Maybe this will teach you that throwing furniture isn’t acceptable.
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Manager was getting really angry. She actually encouraged us to be horrible to these kids. She said we had to treat them proper etiquette.
Me: OK, your total is £3.50
SC: HOW MUCH? I’M A STUDENT! I CAN’T AFFORD THIS! HOW MUCH?
Me: £4.50.
SC: What?? I thought you said something else! How much?
Me: £6.50
SC: Eh? How much? This place is expensive! I’m a student. Now tell me how much!
Me: £10.50. I could do this all night.
Don’t worry guys, I didn’t steal from her.
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Me: And here’s your vodka and coke.
SC: Is that flavoured vodka?
Me: No. It’s regular.
SC: Oh. I asked for raspberry vodka.
Me: Sorry, I must have misheard you. Let me correct that.
SC: I can see why people like you work here. Too crap for anything else.
Me: And I can see why you’re going to get ignored next time you come to the bar.
SC: You don’t need to be rude to me.
He had puppy dog eyes for the rest of the transaction.
SC: I was wondering, do you have any part time jobs available?
Me: So after that you’re still making fun?
SC: No, I’m not. I need a job to support my studies.
Me: Sure, let me get you an application.
I put the black star of death in the corner of the form. It translates as “Person is fucktard. Do not hire”
Me: Good luck.
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SC: I’ll have a vodka and coke with ice. Actually, make that two.
Me: Sure thing.
SC: What’s this???
Me: Two vodka and cokes.
SC: I meant I wanted to pieces of ice. Duuuuuuuuuhhhh!!!
Me: You said “vodka and coke with ice. Actually make that two.” So I made you two drinks. You didn’t specify that it was two pieces of ice you wanted.
SC: You’re an idiot. You don’t listen.
I didn’t say another word. I took both drinks away and sat them on the back and served someone else.
SC: Excuse me…
Me: Sorry, I don’t listen.
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Me: Hi there, what can I get y-
SC: CAN’T YOU SEE I’M ON THE PHONE HERE! GAAAAWWWWDDD!
Everyone behind the bar heard. He was ignored.
SC: Excuse me, I’ve been waiting quite a wh-
CW: Can’t you see I’m serving someone else here??? Gawwwwwddd!
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I had a major headache at the end of my shift.
Every single SC in this thread was around the age of 18, and behaved like a snot nosed brat.
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SC: Could I have a pint of lager please?
Me: Sure, can I just check your I.D?
SC: OHMYYYYYYYYYYYYYGAAAWWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!
He hands me the I.D while murmuring “I can’t fucking believe this!”
Me: OK, you were 18 two days ago…
SC: Yeah.
Me: You are 18 years and two days old. We I.D people who look under 25. Get used to being asked for proof of age.
SC: Just shut the fuck up and get me my drink.
Me: What did you just say? You know what, forget it. Someone else can serve you. You’re going to the back of the line.
SC: But you can’t do that to me!
Me: Watch me.
Co-worker walked on the bar.
CW: Who was next?
SC: Me! Me!
CW: *to me* Was he next?
Me: No.
CW: Sorry, you have to wait.
SC: You can’t treat me this waaaaaaaaaaaaay!
We left him to stew for ten minutes.
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SC: Excuse me, do you serve drinks here?
CW: No. You’ve taken a wrong turn. You’re at the library.
SC: Huh? What?
CW: I was being sarcastic.
SC: You’ve made me feel stupid!
CW: Think about what you asked and then you’ll see why.
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SC: I’ll have a scotch on the rocks.
He turned around to his friends and started giggling and high fiving, clearly very proud of what he had asked for. I give him the drink.
SC: What’s this? I didn’t ask for ice!
Me: You asked for scotch on the rocks. Don’t you know what rocks are?
SC: No.
Me: It’s ice.
SC: But I don’t take ice with my drinks. Also, can you top it up with coke? I hate neat whiskey.
I bit my tongue, because I nearly yelled “GET OUT!”
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CW is restocking the napkins and straws. Bratty boy picks up the holder right in front of her and dumps the contents all over the floor. He stands there with a big smile.
SC: I think you need to clean this up.
CW grabs the radio.
CW: Can I get a doorman to the bar immediately please? Quickly. I’m about to stab some little shit with a corkscrew.
SC: You can’t talk about your customers that way!
CW: Well that’s good because you’re no longer a customer
Doorman appears.
D: Is this him?
CW: Yes. Remove him.
SC: You can’t do that! I didn’t do anything!
CW: He just picked up the napkin holder and dumped it on the floor on purpose.
SC: Yeah but like, it’s not like I hit you or anything!
CW: Remove him.
D: Come with me please.
SC: But all my friends are still in here!
D: You can call them when you’re outside.
SC: But it’s snowing!
D: I will drag you out if you don’t start walking in three seconds.
He walked out in tears.
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I walk out into the garden to collect some glasses. Another brat approaches.
SC: Excuse me, do you have a light?
Me: Yes I do.
I had him my lighter. He sparks a cigarette and then proceeds to pocket it.
Me: Can I have my lighter back please?
SC: You don’t need to be so condescending!
Me: What’s condescending about me not wanting you to steal my property?
SC: You don’t need to make me feel bad either!
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I am heading back to the bar. I have four large stacks of glasses. An SC decides to kick a chair into my path.
SC: Try and pick that up with all those glasses in your hands!
Me: Or how about you pick it up and I don’t get the doorman to drag you out of here?
SC: You can’t talk to me like that.
You may think I am repeating myself a lot in this post, but seriously “You can’t *blah blah* to me!” was the most commonly used phrase of the night.
Me: Pick it up.
SC: I can’t. I’ve got a full drink in my hand.
Me: Pick it up.
SC: But I can’t!
Me: Ok, you’re out of here.
SC: OK! OK! Fine!
He picked it up.
Me: Good.
I still got him thrown out. I was in a terrible mood.
SC: You can’t do this! We had an agreement!
Me: Maybe this will teach you that throwing furniture isn’t acceptable.
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Manager was getting really angry. She actually encouraged us to be horrible to these kids. She said we had to treat them proper etiquette.
Me: OK, your total is £3.50
SC: HOW MUCH? I’M A STUDENT! I CAN’T AFFORD THIS! HOW MUCH?
Me: £4.50.
SC: What?? I thought you said something else! How much?
Me: £6.50
SC: Eh? How much? This place is expensive! I’m a student. Now tell me how much!
Me: £10.50. I could do this all night.
Don’t worry guys, I didn’t steal from her.
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Me: And here’s your vodka and coke.
SC: Is that flavoured vodka?
Me: No. It’s regular.
SC: Oh. I asked for raspberry vodka.
Me: Sorry, I must have misheard you. Let me correct that.
SC: I can see why people like you work here. Too crap for anything else.
Me: And I can see why you’re going to get ignored next time you come to the bar.
SC: You don’t need to be rude to me.
He had puppy dog eyes for the rest of the transaction.
SC: I was wondering, do you have any part time jobs available?
Me: So after that you’re still making fun?
SC: No, I’m not. I need a job to support my studies.
Me: Sure, let me get you an application.
I put the black star of death in the corner of the form. It translates as “Person is fucktard. Do not hire”
Me: Good luck.
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SC: I’ll have a vodka and coke with ice. Actually, make that two.
Me: Sure thing.
SC: What’s this???
Me: Two vodka and cokes.
SC: I meant I wanted to pieces of ice. Duuuuuuuuuhhhh!!!
Me: You said “vodka and coke with ice. Actually make that two.” So I made you two drinks. You didn’t specify that it was two pieces of ice you wanted.
SC: You’re an idiot. You don’t listen.
I didn’t say another word. I took both drinks away and sat them on the back and served someone else.
SC: Excuse me…
Me: Sorry, I don’t listen.
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Me: Hi there, what can I get y-
SC: CAN’T YOU SEE I’M ON THE PHONE HERE! GAAAAWWWWDDD!
Everyone behind the bar heard. He was ignored.
SC: Excuse me, I’ve been waiting quite a wh-
CW: Can’t you see I’m serving someone else here??? Gawwwwwddd!
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I had a major headache at the end of my shift.
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