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Every year, the pub has a Christmas charity event. This is the first Christmas I have ever worked there, so it was all new to me.
Just before Christmas, the party takes place. This year was a big event. We had cake stands, tombolas, toys for sale, a massive variety of Christmas treats, a raffle and a co-worker even dressed as Santa and gave out gifts to families. We also had a name the bear contest, where people would put a name in a hat for a teddy bear. If their name was picked, the bear was theirs.
Everything provided was paid out of people's own money, especially boss's money. Also, everyone running the event was not being paid, only the people serving behind the bar were. The kitchen was also closed for the duration of the event, because there was already tonnes of food available. EVERY penny earned was going to a cancer charity. Christmas songs were playing, everyone was in fancy dress, it was a great atmosphere...
...until the customers came along. Here are a few quotes I heard.
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SC starts loading his pockets with snacks.
CW: Sir! Sir! Those snacks aren't free!
SC: I don't have cancer so I am not giving my money to a cancer charity!
CW:
Santa escourted him out.
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SC: I want to order some meals.
Me: Oh, I'm sorry, the kitchen is closed for the next four hours while we have the charity event.
SC: I cannot believe you would chose a charity over me!
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A middle aged fat man cornered Santa.
SC: I want a photo with you.
Santa: Oh sure...
SC: ...sat on your knee.
Santa: I'm not really comfortable with that...
SC: Just do it!!
Santa hid in the kitchen.
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SC: So what's free?
CW: Uhh...nothings free.
SC: I thought this was for charity!
CW: It is.
SC: Then why are you charging for everything?
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A co-worker went to the kitchen to get some more cupcakes. As she walked out, she tripped and fell flat on her face. It was actually very comical to watch, seeing a girl go flying through the air along with a couple of dozen cakes. A customer spotted the cakes all over the floor.
SC: Are you going to sell those??
CW: No, I'm just waiting for someone to bring me a bag so I can throw them away.
SC: Why are you throwing them away?? What a waste!!
CW: Well, they've been all over the dirty carpet...
SC: I'll have them then!
CW: You want the dirty cupcakes?
SC: Yes!
CW: Uhh...OK.
CW gave him a bag of very dirty and hairy cakes. Yuck.
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A couple of the dishes people provided didn't taste too good. One co-worker got carried away experimenting and made some mince pies that were a bit hard. Never mind. We sold them for 50p each.
SC: Yuck! Can I have a refund please?
Me: It's for charity!!
SC: So? I didn't enjoy it!
I raised my voice so everyone could hear.
Me: OK SIR, I WILL GIVE YOU THE 50p YOU DONATED TO A CANCER CHARITY BACK!
About a dozen heads turned in his direction. He left the pub.
First time I had messed with a customer in ages!
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It was nearing the end of the party, and all that was left to do was draw out the name for who won the giant teddy bear. A co-workers six year old niece was in the pub with her family, and she desperately wanted to win the bear (it was REALLY cute). She spend all her money putting names in the hat, and then started spending her grandmothers. The name was drawn...and she didn't win. She looked so upset. An elderly gentleman walked up to the bar to collect the bear. He took one look at CW's niece and said:
"Aw, sweetheart, I think you will give this bear a better home than I will"
He handed her the bear and walked off.
Boss was counting the money as I left the pub. She had counted over £400 so far, and that was just in coins!
Just before Christmas, the party takes place. This year was a big event. We had cake stands, tombolas, toys for sale, a massive variety of Christmas treats, a raffle and a co-worker even dressed as Santa and gave out gifts to families. We also had a name the bear contest, where people would put a name in a hat for a teddy bear. If their name was picked, the bear was theirs.
Everything provided was paid out of people's own money, especially boss's money. Also, everyone running the event was not being paid, only the people serving behind the bar were. The kitchen was also closed for the duration of the event, because there was already tonnes of food available. EVERY penny earned was going to a cancer charity. Christmas songs were playing, everyone was in fancy dress, it was a great atmosphere...
...until the customers came along. Here are a few quotes I heard.
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SC starts loading his pockets with snacks.
CW: Sir! Sir! Those snacks aren't free!
SC: I don't have cancer so I am not giving my money to a cancer charity!
CW:
Santa escourted him out.
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SC: I want to order some meals.
Me: Oh, I'm sorry, the kitchen is closed for the next four hours while we have the charity event.
SC: I cannot believe you would chose a charity over me!
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A middle aged fat man cornered Santa.
SC: I want a photo with you.
Santa: Oh sure...
SC: ...sat on your knee.
Santa: I'm not really comfortable with that...
SC: Just do it!!
Santa hid in the kitchen.
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SC: So what's free?
CW: Uhh...nothings free.
SC: I thought this was for charity!
CW: It is.
SC: Then why are you charging for everything?
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A co-worker went to the kitchen to get some more cupcakes. As she walked out, she tripped and fell flat on her face. It was actually very comical to watch, seeing a girl go flying through the air along with a couple of dozen cakes. A customer spotted the cakes all over the floor.
SC: Are you going to sell those??
CW: No, I'm just waiting for someone to bring me a bag so I can throw them away.
SC: Why are you throwing them away?? What a waste!!
CW: Well, they've been all over the dirty carpet...
SC: I'll have them then!
CW: You want the dirty cupcakes?
SC: Yes!
CW: Uhh...OK.
CW gave him a bag of very dirty and hairy cakes. Yuck.
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A couple of the dishes people provided didn't taste too good. One co-worker got carried away experimenting and made some mince pies that were a bit hard. Never mind. We sold them for 50p each.
SC: Yuck! Can I have a refund please?
Me: It's for charity!!
SC: So? I didn't enjoy it!
I raised my voice so everyone could hear.
Me: OK SIR, I WILL GIVE YOU THE 50p YOU DONATED TO A CANCER CHARITY BACK!
About a dozen heads turned in his direction. He left the pub.
First time I had messed with a customer in ages!
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It was nearing the end of the party, and all that was left to do was draw out the name for who won the giant teddy bear. A co-workers six year old niece was in the pub with her family, and she desperately wanted to win the bear (it was REALLY cute). She spend all her money putting names in the hat, and then started spending her grandmothers. The name was drawn...and she didn't win. She looked so upset. An elderly gentleman walked up to the bar to collect the bear. He took one look at CW's niece and said:
"Aw, sweetheart, I think you will give this bear a better home than I will"
He handed her the bear and walked off.
Boss was counting the money as I left the pub. She had counted over £400 so far, and that was just in coins!
What a scumbag, I'm glad he got the boot. 
Just be glad someone somewhere was kind.
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