Sequel to this thread! http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...ad.php?t=50452
I hadn't seen Death in a few days, but his complaint about the fake cocktail pitchers got quite famous. It was almost the end of my shift, and I saw he had appeared at the bar. The bar was slightly busy at this point.
Death: Am I invisable??
Oyyy, he's using THAT complaint again. The co-worker who had to deal with his complaint about the pitchers sighed and turned to him.
CW: You are not invisable, it just isn't your turn yet.
Death: Do not speak to me like that!
CW: OK then. I won't speak to you at all until it is your turn.
Death:
The staff in the pub are seriously sick of this guy, they are through being polite. CW finally got to him and served him his usual pint of cider.
CW: That is £x.xx
Death: How much??
CW: £x.xx. The same price you pay each time you are in here.
Death: I think you're ripping me off.
CW: The price list is at the end of the bar. Read that if you don't believe me.
Death: *hands her the money* I really don't like this place anymore.
CW and me finished about ten minutes later and decided to have a drink in the garden seeing as it was a nice day. We walked outside, took a seat and started chatting. All of a sudden, someone came and joined us.
It was Death.
He didn't say a word. He just sat next to CW and stared at us, drinking his pint of cider. CW and me were understandably freaked out!
Me: Shall we move?
CW: Yeah! Let's sit inside!
Death: Oh, I guess I really am invisable then!
We didn't respond. We decided to treat him as such.
I hadn't seen Death in a few days, but his complaint about the fake cocktail pitchers got quite famous. It was almost the end of my shift, and I saw he had appeared at the bar. The bar was slightly busy at this point.
Death: Am I invisable??
Oyyy, he's using THAT complaint again. The co-worker who had to deal with his complaint about the pitchers sighed and turned to him.
CW: You are not invisable, it just isn't your turn yet.
Death: Do not speak to me like that!
CW: OK then. I won't speak to you at all until it is your turn.
Death:

The staff in the pub are seriously sick of this guy, they are through being polite. CW finally got to him and served him his usual pint of cider.
CW: That is £x.xx
Death: How much??
CW: £x.xx. The same price you pay each time you are in here.
Death: I think you're ripping me off.
CW: The price list is at the end of the bar. Read that if you don't believe me.
Death: *hands her the money* I really don't like this place anymore.
CW and me finished about ten minutes later and decided to have a drink in the garden seeing as it was a nice day. We walked outside, took a seat and started chatting. All of a sudden, someone came and joined us.
It was Death.
He didn't say a word. He just sat next to CW and stared at us, drinking his pint of cider. CW and me were understandably freaked out!
Me: Shall we move?
CW: Yeah! Let's sit inside!
Death: Oh, I guess I really am invisable then!
We didn't respond. We decided to treat him as such.
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