OK, so a large group of chavs enter the bar, about six of them. They are about as rough as chavs come, very cocky, look very inbred and probably have about twenty kids between them. But they are no bother. They buy their drinks and proceed to sit outside by the river.
During my shift, I go down to clean by the river. The chavs are still there, but are just sat drinking. No bother.
About ten minutes later, a random customer comes up to me, and is VERY angry. He has a massive stain down his jacket.
SC: Oi! You!
Me: Me?
SC: Yes! Those chavs down by the river threw a drink on me!
Me: What?! Are you OK? Where are they?
SC: They've left now! You're too late!
Me: Oh no, what happened? Why did they throw a drink on you?
SC: I told them they were being too loud and had to shut up. They told me to shut up, threw a drink on me and ran away!
Me: Oh no, that's awful. I'll just get you a cloth to wipe your jacket down with.
SC: I don't care about the jacket! This is all YOUR fault!
Me: My fault?
SC: I saw you! You went down to clean by the river! You saw them and you never did anything about it!
Me: Are you saying they threw the drink on you while I was down there?
SC: No! It was after you left! You saw them down by the river and you never did anything about it!
Me: Well, I don't exactly know what I was supposed to do. All I saw was a group of people having drinks and chatting...
SC: They were chavs and they were swearing!
Me: I didn't hear any...
SC: They were fucking swearing! You should have told them to leave!
Me: Sir, I didn't hear any swearing. I just saw a group of people drinking. I can't throw people out just for being chavs.
SC: Well you should have!
Me: Sir, I don't know what you want me to do. I could call the police...
SC: The police won't do anything!
Me: Well sir, I know what they look like. If they ever come in again I will refuse to serve them.
SC: This is all your fault.
He walked away with the cloth, wiping his jacket.
During my shift, I go down to clean by the river. The chavs are still there, but are just sat drinking. No bother.
About ten minutes later, a random customer comes up to me, and is VERY angry. He has a massive stain down his jacket.
SC: Oi! You!
Me: Me?
SC: Yes! Those chavs down by the river threw a drink on me!
Me: What?! Are you OK? Where are they?
SC: They've left now! You're too late!
Me: Oh no, what happened? Why did they throw a drink on you?
SC: I told them they were being too loud and had to shut up. They told me to shut up, threw a drink on me and ran away!
Me: Oh no, that's awful. I'll just get you a cloth to wipe your jacket down with.
SC: I don't care about the jacket! This is all YOUR fault!
Me: My fault?
SC: I saw you! You went down to clean by the river! You saw them and you never did anything about it!
Me: Are you saying they threw the drink on you while I was down there?
SC: No! It was after you left! You saw them down by the river and you never did anything about it!
Me: Well, I don't exactly know what I was supposed to do. All I saw was a group of people having drinks and chatting...
SC: They were chavs and they were swearing!
Me: I didn't hear any...
SC: They were fucking swearing! You should have told them to leave!
Me: Sir, I didn't hear any swearing. I just saw a group of people drinking. I can't throw people out just for being chavs.
SC: Well you should have!
Me: Sir, I don't know what you want me to do. I could call the police...
SC: The police won't do anything!
Me: Well sir, I know what they look like. If they ever come in again I will refuse to serve them.
SC: This is all your fault.
He walked away with the cloth, wiping his jacket.
Comment