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It was a VERY busy day, and by busy, I mean that in all my years of bartending, I don't think I have ever worked so hard. It has been a public holiday in the UK this weekend, so that means EVERYONE is out getting drunk.
Another manager and me are serving on the bar, and all of a sudden, we hear:
DOM! DOM! DOM! DOM! DOM! DOMDOMDOM! DOM! DOM! DOM!
It's music. Very bad dance music. And the bass is so heavy that our windows are shaking.
Manager: Where the fuck is that coming from?
We walk outside and are stunned.
There is a car parked in our garden! Right in the middle of the garden! All of the cars doors are open and it is blasting music. People are sat in the car, on the hood and roof of the car and people were dancing around it. I thought I had walked into a scene from Fast and the Furious.
Now, to get a car into our beer garden is not an easy task! To get into the garden you have to walk through an iron gate and walk along a narrow, curved passageway that is less than two metres wide. These people had managed to get a car in there!
The manager I was on duty with is normally a very laid back, friendly guy. He saw red.
M: WHOSE CAR IS IT?!?!?!
No one answered.
M: I SAID, WHOSE CAR IS THIS!?!?!
No answer.
M: FINE! IF IT DOESN'T BELONG TO ANYONE, I GUESS I SHOULD GET IT TOWED!!
Someone finally spoke up.
SC: Oh, it's mine! It's mine!
M: GET IT OUT OF THE GARDEN....NOW!
SC: Oh come on! Look how happy it's making all the customers! It was boring before. Now I've got people dancing!
M: Take it to the car park across the street if you want to do that! Get it out of here now!
SC: Why? What are you going to do?
M: I'll call the police, and I am sure they would love to ask you why you have a pint of beer in your hand if you are supposed to be driving.
SC:
Fine! OK! OK! We'll turn the music down! Deal?
M: No deal! Music off, car out of here!
SC and M stared each other out for about a minute.
SC: Fine.
The SC backed the car out and parked it in the car park. M went out back to chill out. The SC walked up to me.
SC: That manager really has issues!
They didn't stay long after that. I think they got the hint that they were no longer welcome.
Another manager and me are serving on the bar, and all of a sudden, we hear:
DOM! DOM! DOM! DOM! DOM! DOMDOMDOM! DOM! DOM! DOM!
It's music. Very bad dance music. And the bass is so heavy that our windows are shaking.
Manager: Where the fuck is that coming from?
We walk outside and are stunned.
There is a car parked in our garden! Right in the middle of the garden! All of the cars doors are open and it is blasting music. People are sat in the car, on the hood and roof of the car and people were dancing around it. I thought I had walked into a scene from Fast and the Furious.
Now, to get a car into our beer garden is not an easy task! To get into the garden you have to walk through an iron gate and walk along a narrow, curved passageway that is less than two metres wide. These people had managed to get a car in there!
The manager I was on duty with is normally a very laid back, friendly guy. He saw red.
M: WHOSE CAR IS IT?!?!?!
No one answered.
M: I SAID, WHOSE CAR IS THIS!?!?!
No answer.
M: FINE! IF IT DOESN'T BELONG TO ANYONE, I GUESS I SHOULD GET IT TOWED!!
Someone finally spoke up.
SC: Oh, it's mine! It's mine!
M: GET IT OUT OF THE GARDEN....NOW!
SC: Oh come on! Look how happy it's making all the customers! It was boring before. Now I've got people dancing!
M: Take it to the car park across the street if you want to do that! Get it out of here now!
SC: Why? What are you going to do?
M: I'll call the police, and I am sure they would love to ask you why you have a pint of beer in your hand if you are supposed to be driving.
SC:
Fine! OK! OK! We'll turn the music down! Deal?M: No deal! Music off, car out of here!
SC and M stared each other out for about a minute.
SC: Fine.
The SC backed the car out and parked it in the car park. M went out back to chill out. The SC walked up to me.
SC: That manager really has issues!
They didn't stay long after that. I think they got the hint that they were no longer welcome.
or 
, depending on my mood. Pot, meet kettle?
him.
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