This happened ten minutes ago.
So I go for a "quiet" drink at my pub with a friend. We are joined by a long standing regular old man (ROM).
ROM has been drinking at the pub every night for as long as I've worked there. He's always been friendly and chatty. I do not understand for the life of me why this happened.
My friend decided he was going to head home. My roommate was about to finish work, so I decided to wait.
Friend: See you later guys.
Me/ROM: See you.
Friend pats me on the back and then he packs ROM on the back...
ROM: DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME!!
We thought he was joking, so we didn't react.
ROM: I MEAN IT! DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU FUCKING QUEER CUNT!
Me/Friend:
I should also note that Friend always pats people on the back when he leaves. In fact, I have actually seen him pat ROM on the back before...
ROM: YOU'RE ALL FUCKING PERVERTS! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME! FUCKING CUNT!!!
ROM walks away and sits at a table on his own. The pub is left in absolute silence.
Friend: Right, well, I'm going to go now.
Friend left and I was stood at the end of the bar in complete and utter shock. Several customers are laughing as well from the situation. Roommate arrives.
R: Are you OK? What the fuck was that about?
Me: I have no idea. It came out of no where. What's manager going to do?
R: I'll have a word. That was outrageous.
I have five minutes until Roommate finishes, so I stand at the end of the bar. ROM is still sat down, glaring and has an extremely red face.
Roommate finishes.
R: Shall we go?
Me: Yeah. Look, what's M going to do? He surely can't stay here after that!
The manager on duty is known for having no spine at all, and he reacted exactly how I expected: he did nothing.
R: Let's just go. I witnessed it, and I'm in tomorrow. I'll make sure he's-
Before R could finish, ROM appeared. He got within centimetres of my face.
ROM: ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME???
Me: I'm not laughing at anyone.
ROM: YOU ARE! YOU AND YOUR LITTLE QUEER FRIENDS! YOU MAY LIKE DICK UP YOUR ARSE BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I DO!!!!!
He was screaming as loud as he could. I was a complete deer in the headlights.
Me: I have not laughed at anyone, and I'm walking away from you.
ROM: YEAH! WALK! FUCKING QUEER!!!!!!
Me: I have no idea what happened there pal, and I'm not going to yell or fight you.
ROM: YEAH! QUEERS LIKE YOU DON'T LIKE TO FIGHT! I DON'T TAKE DICK LIKE YOU!!
Roommate and I left, but on our way home we rang the pub. I told M that he'd better be banned for life, as I was feeling very threatened from the situation.
He's been drinking at the pub for years with no issue. And he has a little gang of cronies who will no doubt stick up for him. I'll give you guys an update in a couple of days
So I go for a "quiet" drink at my pub with a friend. We are joined by a long standing regular old man (ROM).
ROM has been drinking at the pub every night for as long as I've worked there. He's always been friendly and chatty. I do not understand for the life of me why this happened.
My friend decided he was going to head home. My roommate was about to finish work, so I decided to wait.
Friend: See you later guys.
Me/ROM: See you.
Friend pats me on the back and then he packs ROM on the back...
ROM: DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME!!
We thought he was joking, so we didn't react.
ROM: I MEAN IT! DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME! YOU FUCKING QUEER CUNT!
Me/Friend:

I should also note that Friend always pats people on the back when he leaves. In fact, I have actually seen him pat ROM on the back before...
ROM: YOU'RE ALL FUCKING PERVERTS! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME! FUCKING CUNT!!!
ROM walks away and sits at a table on his own. The pub is left in absolute silence.
Friend: Right, well, I'm going to go now.
Friend left and I was stood at the end of the bar in complete and utter shock. Several customers are laughing as well from the situation. Roommate arrives.
R: Are you OK? What the fuck was that about?
Me: I have no idea. It came out of no where. What's manager going to do?
R: I'll have a word. That was outrageous.
I have five minutes until Roommate finishes, so I stand at the end of the bar. ROM is still sat down, glaring and has an extremely red face.
Roommate finishes.
R: Shall we go?
Me: Yeah. Look, what's M going to do? He surely can't stay here after that!
The manager on duty is known for having no spine at all, and he reacted exactly how I expected: he did nothing.
R: Let's just go. I witnessed it, and I'm in tomorrow. I'll make sure he's-
Before R could finish, ROM appeared. He got within centimetres of my face.
ROM: ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME???
Me: I'm not laughing at anyone.
ROM: YOU ARE! YOU AND YOUR LITTLE QUEER FRIENDS! YOU MAY LIKE DICK UP YOUR ARSE BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I DO!!!!!
He was screaming as loud as he could. I was a complete deer in the headlights.
Me: I have not laughed at anyone, and I'm walking away from you.
ROM: YEAH! WALK! FUCKING QUEER!!!!!!
Me: I have no idea what happened there pal, and I'm not going to yell or fight you.
ROM: YEAH! QUEERS LIKE YOU DON'T LIKE TO FIGHT! I DON'T TAKE DICK LIKE YOU!!
Roommate and I left, but on our way home we rang the pub. I told M that he'd better be banned for life, as I was feeling very threatened from the situation.
He's been drinking at the pub for years with no issue. And he has a little gang of cronies who will no doubt stick up for him. I'll give you guys an update in a couple of days

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