Hi guys!
Whoo! First post on SC!
Little bit of background for you;
I work in a very small pub in England where on Sunday lunchtimes we cook roast dinners in addition to our reugular menu. The problem is as we have a very small kitchen and as these roasts are very popular, and usually run out by 1pm
Enter SC; a fat, ugly, balding, middle-aged bloke with severe bodily odour and a general trouble causing demenour.
He walks up to the bar with his wife
ME: Hello *smile at both of them*
SC: One pint of Bitter and a glass of red
ME: (through gritted teeth) No problem *HATE being treated like a vending machine*
ME: Anything else?
SC: One roast beef and one roast lamb
ME: I'm afraid we're out of roast dinners *hand over the menu* would you like to choose something else?
SC: Ok, 2 roast lambs then
ME: I'm afraid we're completely out of roast dinners today
SC: *pause while looks at menu*
SC: Did you say maybe?
ME: (repeating) We're COMPLETELY out of roast dinners today
SC: Ok, 2 scampi and chips
ME: No problem, thats £##.## please
SC: *hands over money*
ME: Thank you very much and thats £#.## change
SC: *goes to table*
SC: *watches roast dinner go to table next door who ordered 10 mins before he arrived*
SC: *comes back to bar* Are there any roasts left?
ME: No, I'm afraid we're COMPLETELY out of roast dinners today
SC: And no roast lambs?
ME: We have no vegetables left to go with the lamb sir
SC: So no roasts then?
ME: No.
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!! !
why do they insist on torturing me?
Whoo! First post on SC!
Little bit of background for you;
I work in a very small pub in England where on Sunday lunchtimes we cook roast dinners in addition to our reugular menu. The problem is as we have a very small kitchen and as these roasts are very popular, and usually run out by 1pm
Enter SC; a fat, ugly, balding, middle-aged bloke with severe bodily odour and a general trouble causing demenour.
He walks up to the bar with his wife
ME: Hello *smile at both of them*
SC: One pint of Bitter and a glass of red
ME: (through gritted teeth) No problem *HATE being treated like a vending machine*
ME: Anything else?
SC: One roast beef and one roast lamb
ME: I'm afraid we're out of roast dinners *hand over the menu* would you like to choose something else?
SC: Ok, 2 roast lambs then
ME: I'm afraid we're completely out of roast dinners today
SC: *pause while looks at menu*
SC: Did you say maybe?
ME: (repeating) We're COMPLETELY out of roast dinners today
SC: Ok, 2 scampi and chips
ME: No problem, thats £##.## please
SC: *hands over money*
ME: Thank you very much and thats £#.## change
SC: *goes to table*
SC: *watches roast dinner go to table next door who ordered 10 mins before he arrived*
SC: *comes back to bar* Are there any roasts left?
ME: No, I'm afraid we're COMPLETELY out of roast dinners today
SC: And no roast lambs?
ME: We have no vegetables left to go with the lamb sir
SC: So no roasts then?
ME: No.
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!! !
why do they insist on torturing me?

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