Today was fun...
Don't laugh at me when you're wrong!
An old man comes to the bar (the pub has a VERY high old man population)
OM: Pint of Carling and a pint of Fosters.
For those who do not know, Carling and Fosters are lagers. I pour the drinks, and tell him which is which.
Me: OK so I've got your Carling, and the Fosters is this one here.
OM: Uhhhh...that is not what I ordered.
Me: It isn't?
OM: No. I wanted a Fosters and John Smiths.
John Smiths is a bitter, completely different to lager. No matter. I assumed I must have misheard him. A co-worker came up to me.
CW: Customersruinmylife, I could have SWORN you got his order right.
I took over the new drink.
Me: OK, so I've got the Fosters and the Johns.
OM: No! No! No! That is not what I ordered!
Me: OK, what did you order?
OM: I wanted a Carling and a Johns! You have completely misunderstood me!
Me: First you asked for a Carling and a Fosters. Then you asked for a Fosters and a Johns, and now you want a Carling and a Johns?
OM: No! I want a Carling and a Fosters!
A customer standing next to him mouthed "What the fuck?"
Me: But that's what you asked for in the first place! And you said I was wrong!
OM: Then what have you made me then?
Me: A Fosters and a Johns!
OM: Fine! I guess that will have to do!
He handed me the money.
OM: You really don't know what you're doing do you?
He walked away laughing!
It wasn't a scam. If it was a scam he would have asked for the leftover drinks, but he didn't.
Way to cheer us up!
I really don't like the fact that my new pub is next to a church. We get so many funerals in, and spending your day surrounded by drunk people mourning a loved one is just not fun.
FM = Funeral Man
PCW = Pregnant Co-worker
Funeral Man was attempting to make conversation with pregnant co-worker.
FM: As you've probably guessed we've just come from a funeral.
PCW: Yes...I am sorry about that.
FM: It was my dad. He died last week.
PCW: I am sorry.
FM: It's the only thing that's certain in life isn't it? That we're all going to die. Makes you wonder what's the point in doing anything anymore.
He walked away. He said this to a PREGNANT woman who is celebrating life.
PCW: Customersruinmylife, do you have a razorblade I could borrow?
Snob
The funeral party made us very busy. Wednesday afternoons are normally VERY quiet, and all of a sudden we were run off our feet. Pregnant Co-worker was rushing about behind the bar trying to get everyone served, when this Snobby Old Bat came up to the bar.
SOB: WAITRESS!!
In the UK (or at least in my part of the UK) it is an insult to call a barmaid that.
SOB: Waitress! I spilled my drink all over my table! Get me a cloth and prepare me a new white wine spritzer and bring it to my table!
PCW: I will do once I have cleared the bar area. Are you going to pay for the drink?
SOB: What? Pay? I've already paid! I'm not paying again!
PCW: Well we can't give you a free white wine spritzer.
SOB: But I spilled it!
PCW: But that was your mistake.
SOB: I am not paying for a drink when I didn't get to enjoy my first one! Now bring me a white wine spritzer to my table immediately, waitress!
She walked off.
PCW: Like fuck I will.
Everyone ignored the SOB until she sent someone up to the bar for her. I can only assume it was her son.
Son: Can I have a white wine spritzer please?
PCW: Sure, that's £x.xx.
Son: Oh. Aren't you going to give her a free one? She spilled hers all over the table.
PCW: I am sorry, but once it is paid for, the drink is the customers responsibility.
Son: OK, fair enough. But I'll have to tell her you gave it to me for free, otherwise she will create a scene.
Yeah, just try it bitch, and see where it gets you.
I need a beer.
Don't laugh at me when you're wrong!
An old man comes to the bar (the pub has a VERY high old man population)
OM: Pint of Carling and a pint of Fosters.
For those who do not know, Carling and Fosters are lagers. I pour the drinks, and tell him which is which.
Me: OK so I've got your Carling, and the Fosters is this one here.
OM: Uhhhh...that is not what I ordered.
Me: It isn't?
OM: No. I wanted a Fosters and John Smiths.
John Smiths is a bitter, completely different to lager. No matter. I assumed I must have misheard him. A co-worker came up to me.
CW: Customersruinmylife, I could have SWORN you got his order right.
I took over the new drink.
Me: OK, so I've got the Fosters and the Johns.
OM: No! No! No! That is not what I ordered!
Me: OK, what did you order?
OM: I wanted a Carling and a Johns! You have completely misunderstood me!
Me: First you asked for a Carling and a Fosters. Then you asked for a Fosters and a Johns, and now you want a Carling and a Johns?
OM: No! I want a Carling and a Fosters!
A customer standing next to him mouthed "What the fuck?"
Me: But that's what you asked for in the first place! And you said I was wrong!
OM: Then what have you made me then?
Me: A Fosters and a Johns!
OM: Fine! I guess that will have to do!
He handed me the money.
OM: You really don't know what you're doing do you?
He walked away laughing!
It wasn't a scam. If it was a scam he would have asked for the leftover drinks, but he didn't.
Way to cheer us up!
I really don't like the fact that my new pub is next to a church. We get so many funerals in, and spending your day surrounded by drunk people mourning a loved one is just not fun.
FM = Funeral Man
PCW = Pregnant Co-worker
Funeral Man was attempting to make conversation with pregnant co-worker.
FM: As you've probably guessed we've just come from a funeral.
PCW: Yes...I am sorry about that.
FM: It was my dad. He died last week.
PCW: I am sorry.
FM: It's the only thing that's certain in life isn't it? That we're all going to die. Makes you wonder what's the point in doing anything anymore.
He walked away. He said this to a PREGNANT woman who is celebrating life.
PCW: Customersruinmylife, do you have a razorblade I could borrow?
Snob
The funeral party made us very busy. Wednesday afternoons are normally VERY quiet, and all of a sudden we were run off our feet. Pregnant Co-worker was rushing about behind the bar trying to get everyone served, when this Snobby Old Bat came up to the bar.
SOB: WAITRESS!!
In the UK (or at least in my part of the UK) it is an insult to call a barmaid that.
SOB: Waitress! I spilled my drink all over my table! Get me a cloth and prepare me a new white wine spritzer and bring it to my table!
PCW: I will do once I have cleared the bar area. Are you going to pay for the drink?
SOB: What? Pay? I've already paid! I'm not paying again!
PCW: Well we can't give you a free white wine spritzer.
SOB: But I spilled it!
PCW: But that was your mistake.
SOB: I am not paying for a drink when I didn't get to enjoy my first one! Now bring me a white wine spritzer to my table immediately, waitress!
She walked off.
PCW: Like fuck I will.
Everyone ignored the SOB until she sent someone up to the bar for her. I can only assume it was her son.
Son: Can I have a white wine spritzer please?
PCW: Sure, that's £x.xx.
Son: Oh. Aren't you going to give her a free one? She spilled hers all over the table.
PCW: I am sorry, but once it is paid for, the drink is the customers responsibility.
Son: OK, fair enough. But I'll have to tell her you gave it to me for free, otherwise she will create a scene.
Yeah, just try it bitch, and see where it gets you.
I need a beer.


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