This story mainly involves an awesome co-worker of mine. I've mentioned her in previous posts. Now, before you start reading, I must mention that this post contains VERY bad language. And I have decided to post this unedited. Also, I only witnessed the VERY end of this incident, so most of this information is second hand.
Father, son and friend enter the pub. Father sends his son up to the bar to order a few beers. The problem is that the son looks about 14...
Co-worker: CW
Son: S
Father: F
Father's Friend: FF
CW: Is it OK if I see some I.D before you buy alcohol?
S: Uhhh...uhhh....
CW: Are you eighteen?
S: Uhhh...uhhh...I'll just go get my dad.
CW: OK sure.
The son walks off. Father walks up to the bar, and he is RED with anger.
F: WHY WON'T YOU SERVE MY SON?!?!?!?!
CW: I asked him for I.D to prove he was eighteen. Does he have I.D?
F: I AM HIS FATHER!!! THAT IS I.D!!! NOW SERVE HIM ALCOHOL!!!
CW: I am sorry, but we have a policy here of asking anyone who looks under the age of 21 for I.D. If they do not have any I.D, we cannot serve them.
F: SERVE MY SON NOW!!!!
CW: Again, I am sorry, but I believe he is under the age of eighteen, and if he cannot prove otherwise, I cannot serve him.
F: SERVE HIM NOW YOU FUCKING CUNT!!
CW: Excuse me???
F: SERVE HIM NOW YOU FUCKING STUPID CUNT!! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!! THAT IS WHY YOU WORK BEHIND A BAR!! YOU FUCKING S.T.D RIDDLED CUNT! FUCKING SERVE HIM!! WE WANT A FUCKING DRINK!! YOU FUCKING CUNT!!
Co-worker is beyond stunned and cannot even begin to think of a reply.
F: I AM GETTING MY SON AND YOU WILL SERVE HIM YOU CUNT!
This is where I walked in...I heard the last sentence. I walked on to the bar to ask co-worker what that was about. Co-worker cannot believe what has happened.
CW: What a fucking idiot.
Oh dear. Father's Friend heard her.
FF: WHAT DID YOU CALL MY MATE?!?!
Co-worker's jaw nearly hits the floor.
FF: HOW DARE YOU CALL MY FRIEND AN IDIOT!! YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT!! YOU WORK IN A BAR!! YOU FUCKING SLUT!!
Father's friend walks over to Father.
CW: Wha...what should we do?!?!
Me: Refuse to serve them. If they refuse to leave, I'll call the police.
All of a sudden, all three of them were at the bar. Father looks at me.
F: Three pints of lager.
Me: I am sorry, I do not want to serve you.
F: And why not?!
Co-worker is red with rage. I actually have to hold her back.
CW: BECAUSE YOU CALLED ME AN S.T.D RIDDLED CUNT!
F: I did not!!
Me: Please leave the pub before I call the police.
F: FINE! I NEVER WANTED TO DRINK HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE! BUT JUST SO YOU KNOW, I AM GOING TO COMPLAIN TO YOUR BOSS AND HAVE YOU ALL FIRED! WHEN IS HE NEXT IN?!?!
CW: SHE IS IN TOMORROW MORNING. AND SO AM I!! GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!!
The three SC's left. I caught CW out the back crying...
I don't think this is the end of this...I'll keep everyone posted.
Father, son and friend enter the pub. Father sends his son up to the bar to order a few beers. The problem is that the son looks about 14...
Co-worker: CW
Son: S
Father: F
Father's Friend: FF
CW: Is it OK if I see some I.D before you buy alcohol?
S: Uhhh...uhhh....
CW: Are you eighteen?
S: Uhhh...uhhh...I'll just go get my dad.
CW: OK sure.
The son walks off. Father walks up to the bar, and he is RED with anger.
F: WHY WON'T YOU SERVE MY SON?!?!?!?!
CW: I asked him for I.D to prove he was eighteen. Does he have I.D?
F: I AM HIS FATHER!!! THAT IS I.D!!! NOW SERVE HIM ALCOHOL!!!
CW: I am sorry, but we have a policy here of asking anyone who looks under the age of 21 for I.D. If they do not have any I.D, we cannot serve them.
F: SERVE MY SON NOW!!!!
CW: Again, I am sorry, but I believe he is under the age of eighteen, and if he cannot prove otherwise, I cannot serve him.
F: SERVE HIM NOW YOU FUCKING CUNT!!
CW: Excuse me???
F: SERVE HIM NOW YOU FUCKING STUPID CUNT!! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!! THAT IS WHY YOU WORK BEHIND A BAR!! YOU FUCKING S.T.D RIDDLED CUNT! FUCKING SERVE HIM!! WE WANT A FUCKING DRINK!! YOU FUCKING CUNT!!
Co-worker is beyond stunned and cannot even begin to think of a reply.
F: I AM GETTING MY SON AND YOU WILL SERVE HIM YOU CUNT!
This is where I walked in...I heard the last sentence. I walked on to the bar to ask co-worker what that was about. Co-worker cannot believe what has happened.
CW: What a fucking idiot.
Oh dear. Father's Friend heard her.
FF: WHAT DID YOU CALL MY MATE?!?!
Co-worker's jaw nearly hits the floor.
FF: HOW DARE YOU CALL MY FRIEND AN IDIOT!! YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT!! YOU WORK IN A BAR!! YOU FUCKING SLUT!!
Father's friend walks over to Father.
CW: Wha...what should we do?!?!
Me: Refuse to serve them. If they refuse to leave, I'll call the police.
All of a sudden, all three of them were at the bar. Father looks at me.
F: Three pints of lager.
Me: I am sorry, I do not want to serve you.
F: And why not?!
Co-worker is red with rage. I actually have to hold her back.
CW: BECAUSE YOU CALLED ME AN S.T.D RIDDLED CUNT!
F: I did not!!
Me: Please leave the pub before I call the police.
F: FINE! I NEVER WANTED TO DRINK HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE! BUT JUST SO YOU KNOW, I AM GOING TO COMPLAIN TO YOUR BOSS AND HAVE YOU ALL FIRED! WHEN IS HE NEXT IN?!?!
CW: SHE IS IN TOMORROW MORNING. AND SO AM I!! GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!!
The three SC's left. I caught CW out the back crying...
I don't think this is the end of this...I'll keep everyone posted.
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