The SC in this story looks like Death, and has earned the nickname from my co-workers. I am not kidding when I say he looks as though he is about to drop dead at any moment. He is unbelieveably thin, bald and his skin has a hint of yellow. At first I thought it was because he was ill and felt a little bad for him. Then a friend of mine came into the pub for a drink, saw Death, and informed me that he is a heroin user and dealer (my friend works for the police), so all my sympathy for him went out the window.
Death has started complaining a lot, and his complaints are getting more and more ridiculous, to the point where I am one complaint away from barring him. Here are some of the examples.
Example 1
My shift has literally just started. I walk on to the bar from the other room. I have absolutely no idea who is next.
Me: Who was next please?
A lady speaks up. I go to serve her. Death jumps in.
Death: Am I invisable or something?
Me: Oh I'm sorry, were you next?
Death: Obviously! Are you stupid or something?
Me: No I just can't see through walls to determin who was next.
The lady I was serving joined in.
Lady: It's OK, I'll wait, you can serve him.
Death: No! I don't want serving now!
He stormed out.
Example 2
I served Death a pint of cider.
Four hours later, Death returns with the drink. He has drank about 90% of it.
Death: I want to complain! This has gone flat!
Me: Well you've been nursing it for over four hours now. Of course it's flat.
Death: Drinks are not supposed to go flat! You quite clearly poured me a bad pint!
Me: I did not. The drink will not stay fizzy forever. You have had it for over four hours!
Death: Give me a refund.
Me: I am not giving you a refund when you have drank 90% of it.
Death: Then give me a fresh drink.
Me: Fine.
I got a pint glass and poured one tenth of a pint into it.
Death: That is not a fresh drink!
Me: It is what you are owed. 10% of a pint. Don't be bringing it back in six hours complaining about it.
Death: The service here gets worse every time I come here!
Example 3
Most of this story involved awesome co-worker. She will take no shit at all.
We've expanded our cocktail menu with the hot weather arriving, and to promote this, we made a display by the entrance. The display was an arrangement of pitchers and glasses filled with fruit and coloured water. Obviously we weren't going to put real alcohol on display!
A few days after we put out the display, I was closing the pub and noticed that one of the pitchers was completely empty.
The next day, Death came into the pub and walked up to co-worker.
Death: I want to complain!
CW: OK, what do you wish to complain about?
Death: Who made those pitchers over there???
CW: The pitchers? Why do you want to know that?
Death: They poisoned me! I drank one of them and it made me ill! I was in the bathroom all night because of it!
CW: You helped yourself to one of those pitchers???
Death: Yes! I want to know who is responsible for it!
CW: It was me! I made them! They are just pitchers of water with food colouring in them. They have been there for days. What made you think you could drink one of them?
Death: They were there. I wanted to try one and it made me ill! You have no right putting out something like that if it doesn't have alcohol in it! You should have put out a sign!
CW: I'm sorry, but I just assumed no one would be that STUPID to do something like that. Put a sign out??? Shall I go around and put a sign out on EVERY single table in the pub saying "Do not drink unattended drinks"?
Death: Stop being ridiculous.
CW: Well your complaint is ridiculous.
Death: I really am getting sick and tired of this place. I might not come back.
CW: Good!
He walked off.
Like I said, his complaints are getting worse and worse. I am wondering what will happen next.
Death has started complaining a lot, and his complaints are getting more and more ridiculous, to the point where I am one complaint away from barring him. Here are some of the examples.
Example 1
My shift has literally just started. I walk on to the bar from the other room. I have absolutely no idea who is next.
Me: Who was next please?
A lady speaks up. I go to serve her. Death jumps in.
Death: Am I invisable or something?
Me: Oh I'm sorry, were you next?
Death: Obviously! Are you stupid or something?
Me: No I just can't see through walls to determin who was next.
The lady I was serving joined in.
Lady: It's OK, I'll wait, you can serve him.
Death: No! I don't want serving now!
He stormed out.
Example 2
I served Death a pint of cider.
Four hours later, Death returns with the drink. He has drank about 90% of it.
Death: I want to complain! This has gone flat!
Me: Well you've been nursing it for over four hours now. Of course it's flat.
Death: Drinks are not supposed to go flat! You quite clearly poured me a bad pint!
Me: I did not. The drink will not stay fizzy forever. You have had it for over four hours!
Death: Give me a refund.
Me: I am not giving you a refund when you have drank 90% of it.
Death: Then give me a fresh drink.
Me: Fine.
I got a pint glass and poured one tenth of a pint into it.
Death: That is not a fresh drink!
Me: It is what you are owed. 10% of a pint. Don't be bringing it back in six hours complaining about it.
Death: The service here gets worse every time I come here!
Example 3
Most of this story involved awesome co-worker. She will take no shit at all.
We've expanded our cocktail menu with the hot weather arriving, and to promote this, we made a display by the entrance. The display was an arrangement of pitchers and glasses filled with fruit and coloured water. Obviously we weren't going to put real alcohol on display!
A few days after we put out the display, I was closing the pub and noticed that one of the pitchers was completely empty.
The next day, Death came into the pub and walked up to co-worker.
Death: I want to complain!
CW: OK, what do you wish to complain about?
Death: Who made those pitchers over there???
CW: The pitchers? Why do you want to know that?
Death: They poisoned me! I drank one of them and it made me ill! I was in the bathroom all night because of it!
CW: You helped yourself to one of those pitchers???
Death: Yes! I want to know who is responsible for it!
CW: It was me! I made them! They are just pitchers of water with food colouring in them. They have been there for days. What made you think you could drink one of them?
Death: They were there. I wanted to try one and it made me ill! You have no right putting out something like that if it doesn't have alcohol in it! You should have put out a sign!
CW: I'm sorry, but I just assumed no one would be that STUPID to do something like that. Put a sign out??? Shall I go around and put a sign out on EVERY single table in the pub saying "Do not drink unattended drinks"?
Death: Stop being ridiculous.
CW: Well your complaint is ridiculous.
Death: I really am getting sick and tired of this place. I might not come back.
CW: Good!
He walked off.
Like I said, his complaints are getting worse and worse. I am wondering what will happen next.


Imagine the toilet time you'd get from unrefrigerated mayo etc! 






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