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Last week, all the way through my shift, this really nice girl kept coming up to the bar, ordering drinks, very cheerful. She even called me "lovely" quite a few times. So, obviously, I felt a little taken by her, as she was extremelly nice.
It's almost the end of the night, and almost all the customers have gone. Suddenly, this guy walks out of the toilet, and he is completely drunk. He can't stand, his head is spinning, and he just manages to collapse onto a table. My co-worker spots him, gives him a shake, and tells him he's too drunk and has to leave. The guy does as he is told, and staggers out of the pub doors.
I ring time. Phew. End of the shift. But this hot girl comes up to the bar.
HG: Excuse me, does that mean you've stopped serving drinks?
Me: Yeah it does unfortunately.
HG: Oh dear, well thank you for serving me all night. But I do have one question.
Me: *Thinking*She wants my number, YES!
HG: Have you seen my boyfriend?
Me: Boyfriend?
HG: Yes, he went to the toilet about an hour ago, and I was wondering if you could go in and check on him just to make sure he's OK.
Me: Was he a young guy with a stripey sweater and black hair?
HG: Yes! Thats him! Have you seen him?
Me: We just...threw him out!
HG: *Screams* You did what???
Me: I'm sorry but he passed out on a table! I didn't know you were with him!
HG: Oh my God. Oh my God. Where did he go??
Me: Out those doors.
HG: Which direction did he go?
Me: I don't know I couldn't see from here?
HG: Oh my God! You were so nice before! Where's my boyfriend??
She runs back to her table, grabs her coat and bag and runs out the door. For some reason she was abnormally cheerful, or she might have been being sarcastic.
HG: Thank you! Good night!
Several customers and my co-worker burst out laughing, but I am so embarassed. I felt terrible.
It's almost the end of the night, and almost all the customers have gone. Suddenly, this guy walks out of the toilet, and he is completely drunk. He can't stand, his head is spinning, and he just manages to collapse onto a table. My co-worker spots him, gives him a shake, and tells him he's too drunk and has to leave. The guy does as he is told, and staggers out of the pub doors.
I ring time. Phew. End of the shift. But this hot girl comes up to the bar.
HG: Excuse me, does that mean you've stopped serving drinks?
Me: Yeah it does unfortunately.
HG: Oh dear, well thank you for serving me all night. But I do have one question.
Me: *Thinking*She wants my number, YES!
HG: Have you seen my boyfriend?
Me: Boyfriend?
HG: Yes, he went to the toilet about an hour ago, and I was wondering if you could go in and check on him just to make sure he's OK.
Me: Was he a young guy with a stripey sweater and black hair?
HG: Yes! Thats him! Have you seen him?
Me: We just...threw him out!
HG: *Screams* You did what???
Me: I'm sorry but he passed out on a table! I didn't know you were with him!
HG: Oh my God. Oh my God. Where did he go??
Me: Out those doors.
HG: Which direction did he go?
Me: I don't know I couldn't see from here?
HG: Oh my God! You were so nice before! Where's my boyfriend??
She runs back to her table, grabs her coat and bag and runs out the door. For some reason she was abnormally cheerful, or she might have been being sarcastic.
HG: Thank you! Good night!
Several customers and my co-worker burst out laughing, but I am so embarassed. I felt terrible.
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