There was a large group of people who had been in the bar for about an hour. They were quite clearly about to go to the theatre, as they were dressed in their best possible clothes, were supping champagne and were being very rude and stuck up towards the staff.
Imagine the SC talking in the most stuck up, patronising English accent ever.
SC: You there, waiter!
I look around. I see no waiters. Just me, and I am in the middle of making someone a drink.
Me: Me?
SC: Yes, waiter! I say, ring us a taxi. We have to leave in ten minutes.
We don't normally ring people taxis, it's too much of a pain, the taxi companies get annoyed with us because of drunk people wandering off, forgetting they have ordered one. But, we weren't very busy, and these people weren't drunk and weren't about to wander off.
Me: OK, where are you going?
SC: Just ring us a taxi, we need a taxi for seven people in ten minutes.
Me: OK, what name should I book it under?
SC: Goodness! You are wasting time! We only have nine minutes now!
Also note, it is the evening time. The chances of them getting a taxi within ten minutes are probably zero.
Me: OK, but I need to know where you are going and who it is for, otherwise they won't send one.
SC: Eight minutes!
Geez, that was the fastest minute ever.
Me: But...
SC: Time is short waiter! We have to leave or we will miss curtain! It is not rocket science you know, ring us a taxi.
I was angry. I walked to the phone, the SC watching me like a hawk. I picked it up, pretended to dial numbers and pretended to talk.
Me: Yes I need a taxi from <bar name> to the theatre in eight minutes....yes...OK...yes...that's fine, thank you!
I turn to the SC.
Me: Your taxi will be at the end of the road in six minutes.
SC: Oh great, now we have to hurry. Come along everyone!
They left. Amazingly they never returned to complain that their taxi never turned up.
Imagine the SC talking in the most stuck up, patronising English accent ever.
SC: You there, waiter!
I look around. I see no waiters. Just me, and I am in the middle of making someone a drink.
Me: Me?
SC: Yes, waiter! I say, ring us a taxi. We have to leave in ten minutes.
We don't normally ring people taxis, it's too much of a pain, the taxi companies get annoyed with us because of drunk people wandering off, forgetting they have ordered one. But, we weren't very busy, and these people weren't drunk and weren't about to wander off.
Me: OK, where are you going?
SC: Just ring us a taxi, we need a taxi for seven people in ten minutes.
Me: OK, what name should I book it under?
SC: Goodness! You are wasting time! We only have nine minutes now!
Also note, it is the evening time. The chances of them getting a taxi within ten minutes are probably zero.
Me: OK, but I need to know where you are going and who it is for, otherwise they won't send one.
SC: Eight minutes!
Geez, that was the fastest minute ever.
Me: But...
SC: Time is short waiter! We have to leave or we will miss curtain! It is not rocket science you know, ring us a taxi.
I was angry. I walked to the phone, the SC watching me like a hawk. I picked it up, pretended to dial numbers and pretended to talk.
Me: Yes I need a taxi from <bar name> to the theatre in eight minutes....yes...OK...yes...that's fine, thank you!
I turn to the SC.
Me: Your taxi will be at the end of the road in six minutes.
SC: Oh great, now we have to hurry. Come along everyone!
They left. Amazingly they never returned to complain that their taxi never turned up.
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