I don’t often work closes at the pub. I tell the management I can’t because of my school job early in the morning. But secretly it’s because I can’t stand customers like the ones in this thread.
The pub had closed, and of course there were two special snowflakes who thought they could nurse their drinks all night. Pub policy is that customers get 20 minutes after last call to finish their drinks, and then they have to be out. 90% of the customers leave politely and quietly, but others...
We were very polite to them, but they just grunted and ignored us. It was getting stupid, as we wanted to clean the area they were in. The manager, seeing that there were still customers in the pub was cross, and told us to get them out immediately.
I headed over.
Me: Hi guys, I am very sorry, but you have been told several times that we are closed and I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to either finish your drinks right now, or leave without them.
SC: Yeah, like that’s going to happen. We will stay for as long as we like.
Me: The bar closed 40 minutes ago and you are beyond the 20 minutes drinking up time. You need to make your way to the doors right now.
SC: No, you stupid little barman, we will stay exactly where we are.
Me: I’m sorry?
SC: We’re staying here. Deal with it.
Me: I will not ask again. I will call someone to remove you if necessary.
SC: YOU-
SC’s Friend: Come on. Let’s go somewhere where the staff are nice!
SC: Fine!
They necked their drinks and I headed back to the bar. Of course, she had to come back for Round 2 while I was mopping.
SC: Do you know what? You are really, really rude!
Me: Really?
SC: Yes! You are so rude! You work in a bar! You should expect people to be in here drinking!
Me: That’s right, I do. Within the opening hours.
SC: And do you know what else? You deserve people being rude to you!
Me: *mopping bar floor, not even looking at her* Uh-huh.
SC: Because that’s what you signed up for when you became a barman! You should expect people being rude and horrible to you all the time! It’s part of the trade!
Me: *still mopping* Right.
SC: So don’t you go lashing out when I say what I feel! You should take it like a man!
Me: *again, still mopping* OK, whatever.
SC: GOD! YOU ARE SUCH AN ARSEHOLE!
I didn’t realise she had turned to walk away.
Me: I can be much worse than an arsehole.
SC: WHAT DID YOU SAY!?!?!?! BLAAAARRRGHHHH!!!! IWANTTOSEEYOURMANAGER! MANAGER!!BLARRGHH!!!!!!111111111!!!
She was pounding her fists on the bar.
Me: Jesus.
Manager had appeared at that point. He started leading her to the door. She was screaming like a banshee and was waving her arms around in the air.
SC: HEISSORUDE!!! OMG!!! CAN’T BELIEVE HOW RUDE HE IS! HE SWORE! HE SWORE!!!!!111!
M: OK, right.
SC: IWANTHIMPUNISHED! IWANTHIMFIIIIIIIIIIIRRRREEEEEDDD!
M: OK ma’am, just walk this way.
SC: BLARRRGLEBLARRGLERAAAAAAAAAA!
M: OK.
He got her to the door and slammed it in her face, locking it.
M: My God customersruinmylife, if only you hadn’t said that last sentence she would have gone!
M was cool about the whole thing, so no punishment for me.
First time in ages that answering back has backfired. Whoops!
The pub had closed, and of course there were two special snowflakes who thought they could nurse their drinks all night. Pub policy is that customers get 20 minutes after last call to finish their drinks, and then they have to be out. 90% of the customers leave politely and quietly, but others...
We were very polite to them, but they just grunted and ignored us. It was getting stupid, as we wanted to clean the area they were in. The manager, seeing that there were still customers in the pub was cross, and told us to get them out immediately.
I headed over.
Me: Hi guys, I am very sorry, but you have been told several times that we are closed and I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to either finish your drinks right now, or leave without them.
SC: Yeah, like that’s going to happen. We will stay for as long as we like.
Me: The bar closed 40 minutes ago and you are beyond the 20 minutes drinking up time. You need to make your way to the doors right now.
SC: No, you stupid little barman, we will stay exactly where we are.
Me: I’m sorry?
SC: We’re staying here. Deal with it.
Me: I will not ask again. I will call someone to remove you if necessary.
SC: YOU-
SC’s Friend: Come on. Let’s go somewhere where the staff are nice!
SC: Fine!
They necked their drinks and I headed back to the bar. Of course, she had to come back for Round 2 while I was mopping.
SC: Do you know what? You are really, really rude!
Me: Really?
SC: Yes! You are so rude! You work in a bar! You should expect people to be in here drinking!
Me: That’s right, I do. Within the opening hours.
SC: And do you know what else? You deserve people being rude to you!
Me: *mopping bar floor, not even looking at her* Uh-huh.
SC: Because that’s what you signed up for when you became a barman! You should expect people being rude and horrible to you all the time! It’s part of the trade!
Me: *still mopping* Right.
SC: So don’t you go lashing out when I say what I feel! You should take it like a man!
Me: *again, still mopping* OK, whatever.
SC: GOD! YOU ARE SUCH AN ARSEHOLE!
I didn’t realise she had turned to walk away.
Me: I can be much worse than an arsehole.
SC: WHAT DID YOU SAY!?!?!?! BLAAAARRRGHHHH!!!! IWANTTOSEEYOURMANAGER! MANAGER!!BLARRGHH!!!!!!111111111!!!
She was pounding her fists on the bar.
Me: Jesus.
Manager had appeared at that point. He started leading her to the door. She was screaming like a banshee and was waving her arms around in the air.
SC: HEISSORUDE!!! OMG!!! CAN’T BELIEVE HOW RUDE HE IS! HE SWORE! HE SWORE!!!!!111!
M: OK, right.
SC: IWANTHIMPUNISHED! IWANTHIMFIIIIIIIIIIIRRRREEEEEDDD!
M: OK ma’am, just walk this way.
SC: BLARRRGLEBLARRGLERAAAAAAAAAA!
M: OK.
He got her to the door and slammed it in her face, locking it.
M: My God customersruinmylife, if only you hadn’t said that last sentence she would have gone!
M was cool about the whole thing, so no punishment for me.
First time in ages that answering back has backfired. Whoops!
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