I was at the pub playing a few games of pool with friends. I don't know how things are everywhere else in the world, but in the UK, if you want a go on the pool table, you put a coin down to show that you want to go next. My friends and I had been playing for about half a dozen games with no one coming near us.
A lady, mid-forties, caked in makeup and smelling like she had had a bath in perfume came up to me.
L: Excuse me! But when is someone else going to have a go on the table?
Me: Oh, well if you just put some mon-
L: Is it locals only? Are you only allowed to play if you are local? That is absolutely disgusting. You are not letting me and my friends play because we aren't from this part of the country. It's borderline racism!
My friend spat his drink out from laughing.
Me: Lady! We're both British and white! How is it racism? Put a coin on the table, and then you can have it when we finish this game.
She got her go on the table. After two shots, she potted the black ball, ending her game. Ha!
A lady, mid-forties, caked in makeup and smelling like she had had a bath in perfume came up to me.
L: Excuse me! But when is someone else going to have a go on the table?
Me: Oh, well if you just put some mon-
L: Is it locals only? Are you only allowed to play if you are local? That is absolutely disgusting. You are not letting me and my friends play because we aren't from this part of the country. It's borderline racism!
My friend spat his drink out from laughing.
Me: Lady! We're both British and white! How is it racism? Put a coin on the table, and then you can have it when we finish this game.
She got her go on the table. After two shots, she potted the black ball, ending her game. Ha!
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