Oh boy, don't we all love it when an SC says that? Pregnant Co-worker went to serve an older gentleman a pint of ale. He brought it back.
SC: Excuse me, this ale doesn't taste right!
PCW: Oh, OK, maybe it's getting to the end of the barrel. Would you like to try something else?
SC: Fine. I will have a pint of that! *points to random ale*
PCW makes him a new pint. About a minute later, he returns.
SC: This one doesn't taste right either!
PCW: OK, perhaps the ales we have aren't to your liking. Would you like something else? A lager?
SC: No! I will have a pint of that! *points to another ale*
PCW makes him yet another pint. Less than minute later, he is back!
SC: This pint is cloudy! Look at it!
PCW: What?!?
The pint was probably the definition of "the perfect pint" I am not kidding. It was crystal clear. Certainly not cloudy.
SC: The pints here are absolutely appauling! Appauling!
PCW: I am sorry, but that is not cloudy. Not in the slightest.
SC: Yes it is. Now, I'm not one to complain, but...
PCW: You've been here less than five minutes and you've complained THREE times!
SC turns to me.
SC: Excuse me! Please tell your barmaid that this beer is cloudy!
Me: I'm sorry, but that beer is not cloudy.
SC: It is! It's appauling!
Me: That is a fresh barrel. I hooked it up myself, and the beers lines have just been cleaned. It is crystal clear.
SC: Well, from my point of view it is cloudy!
Me: Then perhaps you should either clean your glasses or order something else.
SC:
Me: ....
SC: Fine. I will have a lager.
Pregnant Co-worker nearly pissed herself laughing at his face.
SC: Excuse me, this ale doesn't taste right!
PCW: Oh, OK, maybe it's getting to the end of the barrel. Would you like to try something else?
SC: Fine. I will have a pint of that! *points to random ale*
PCW makes him a new pint. About a minute later, he returns.
SC: This one doesn't taste right either!
PCW: OK, perhaps the ales we have aren't to your liking. Would you like something else? A lager?
SC: No! I will have a pint of that! *points to another ale*
PCW makes him yet another pint. Less than minute later, he is back!
SC: This pint is cloudy! Look at it!
PCW: What?!?
The pint was probably the definition of "the perfect pint" I am not kidding. It was crystal clear. Certainly not cloudy.
SC: The pints here are absolutely appauling! Appauling!
PCW: I am sorry, but that is not cloudy. Not in the slightest.
SC: Yes it is. Now, I'm not one to complain, but...
PCW: You've been here less than five minutes and you've complained THREE times!
SC turns to me.
SC: Excuse me! Please tell your barmaid that this beer is cloudy!
Me: I'm sorry, but that beer is not cloudy.
SC: It is! It's appauling!
Me: That is a fresh barrel. I hooked it up myself, and the beers lines have just been cleaned. It is crystal clear.
SC: Well, from my point of view it is cloudy!
Me: Then perhaps you should either clean your glasses or order something else.
SC:
Me: ....
SC: Fine. I will have a lager.
Pregnant Co-worker nearly pissed herself laughing at his face.
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