I went into the pub for the first time since I left. I am still very close to a few of my co-workers, so I went in to visit and have a couple of drinks with some off duty ones. It was quiet, so we were stood at the bar talking to the on duty workers. An elderly customer comes up to the bar.
SC: Can I have a bottle of *beer*?
CW: Sure.
SC: And what is your name young lady?
CW: Uhh...*co-worker*
SC: Oh...I thought you would have a nice German name...
He walked away. I need to point out that he was NOT German, and neither is co-worker. He returned about twenty minutes later.
SC: Another bottle of *beer* please.
CW: Ok.
SC: Do you speak German?
CW: No, I don't, sorry.
SC: I do. You should too.
CW: Okaaay...
The SC then started blabbering in fluent German to her. I couldn't understand a word he way saying. He walked away again. He turned again twenty minutes later.
SC: Hmmm, I don't know what to have this time....hmmm...do you have any Nazi drinks?
CW: Excuse me?
SC: Nazi drinks! German beer! Something a Nazi would drink!
CW: I don't know...I don't know how to answer that...
SC: I am very pro-Nazi you know!
CW: Excuse me?!?
SC: The Nazis! They had the right idea about...
CW: Right, fuck off you sick bastard. I am not serving you.
CW walked down the bar to go and get my old boss. The SC turned to me and the off duty co-workers.
SC: What the fuck are you staring at?!?!
He walked out the building before CW and boss returned.
I am so glad I left. I would have punched the guy in the face.
SC: Can I have a bottle of *beer*?
CW: Sure.
SC: And what is your name young lady?
CW: Uhh...*co-worker*
SC: Oh...I thought you would have a nice German name...
He walked away. I need to point out that he was NOT German, and neither is co-worker. He returned about twenty minutes later.
SC: Another bottle of *beer* please.
CW: Ok.
SC: Do you speak German?
CW: No, I don't, sorry.
SC: I do. You should too.
CW: Okaaay...
The SC then started blabbering in fluent German to her. I couldn't understand a word he way saying. He walked away again. He turned again twenty minutes later.
SC: Hmmm, I don't know what to have this time....hmmm...do you have any Nazi drinks?
CW: Excuse me?
SC: Nazi drinks! German beer! Something a Nazi would drink!
CW: I don't know...I don't know how to answer that...
SC: I am very pro-Nazi you know!
CW: Excuse me?!?
SC: The Nazis! They had the right idea about...
CW: Right, fuck off you sick bastard. I am not serving you.
CW walked down the bar to go and get my old boss. The SC turned to me and the off duty co-workers.
SC: What the fuck are you staring at?!?!
He walked out the building before CW and boss returned.
I am so glad I left. I would have punched the guy in the face.
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