The cast:
Me: Long suffering barman
CW: Co-worker
MC: Man Child
A meal was ready to take out. It was a kids meal. It also didn't have a number attached, so I had to find CW to find out where it was going.
Me: Hey, where is this kids meal going?
CW: Oh, they're sat outside.
Me: OK, but in future don't put kids meals through on their own. The parents have to eating as well, not just the kid.
CW: OK, sorry.
I head outside. I see a child sat down at the table with its parents.
Me: Hi, is this your kids meal?
Parent: No, we haven't ordered any food...
Man Child was sat at another table.
MC: OI! THAT'S MY FOOD!
Me: This is yours?
MC: GIVE ME MY FOOD!
He slammed his receipt in my hand.
Me: You ordered a kids meal for yourself?
MC: BRING MY FOOD TO ME!
I slammed his food down on the table.
MC: THERE! THAT WASN'T DIFFICULT WAS IT?!?!?
Me: No, I guess it wasn't. I guess it was wrong of me to assume that this CHILD'S MEAL was for, what appears to be, a grown man, and not for a child.
I walked away. Man Child suddenly went quiet and muttered "Cheeky little fuck" under his breath. I went back inside and told the staff not to serve him anymore on the grounds that he was a twat.
He left after eating his "meal"
My college guides are in the mail. I want them now!!!!
Me: Long suffering barman
CW: Co-worker
MC: Man Child
A meal was ready to take out. It was a kids meal. It also didn't have a number attached, so I had to find CW to find out where it was going.
Me: Hey, where is this kids meal going?
CW: Oh, they're sat outside.
Me: OK, but in future don't put kids meals through on their own. The parents have to eating as well, not just the kid.
CW: OK, sorry.
I head outside. I see a child sat down at the table with its parents.
Me: Hi, is this your kids meal?
Parent: No, we haven't ordered any food...
Man Child was sat at another table.
MC: OI! THAT'S MY FOOD!
Me: This is yours?
MC: GIVE ME MY FOOD!
He slammed his receipt in my hand.
Me: You ordered a kids meal for yourself?
MC: BRING MY FOOD TO ME!
I slammed his food down on the table.
MC: THERE! THAT WASN'T DIFFICULT WAS IT?!?!?
Me: No, I guess it wasn't. I guess it was wrong of me to assume that this CHILD'S MEAL was for, what appears to be, a grown man, and not for a child.
I walked away. Man Child suddenly went quiet and muttered "Cheeky little fuck" under his breath. I went back inside and told the staff not to serve him anymore on the grounds that he was a twat.
He left after eating his "meal"
My college guides are in the mail. I want them now!!!!


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