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A co-worker had an idea that we should do something over the Halloween weekend for charity. She came up with a sponsored dance event. She brought in a Wii, set it up and four members of staff played a dance game all day long, while someone else went around collecting sponsorship money. Myself and three other co-workers gave up our night off to do this, and ended up dancing for nearly twelve hours (of course we swapped and took breaks). I can no longer feel my arms.
CW had a condition when she set up the event, and that was that she did not want the customers play. She’s been burned by too many SC’s and had visions of controllers going missing, or others going flying through the air and of people getting punched in the face. I don’t blame her at all. Anything could happen at that pub.
So four of us, complete with Halloween costumes danced all day long.
Annoying Children
Not long after we started, a family of four came in for dinner. They had two kids aged between 8 and 10. The mother exclaimed:
M: Oh! Look! A Wii! Why don’t you two go play while me and your dad have some quiet time. Go on!
In other words, “Oh! Look! An escape clause! These people can parent you!”
As they approached, CW turned to us and suggested we bend the “No customers” rule so the kids could have go. We agreed, but our minds were immediately changed when Older Child spoke.
OC: OI! GIVE US A CONTROLLER! IT’S OUR TURN!!!!!
He must have had some serious experience with his demanding voice, because we were left speechless.
OC: IT’SSSSSSS OUR TURN!!11!!
CW: I’m sorry, but this is a sponsored event. Staff only.
OC: BUT THAT’S NOT FAAAAAAIIIRRRR!
They stormed off. The mother, rather than coming to speak to us continually sent them up to us to ask when it was going to be their turn. If they had been polite, they would have got a turn, but each time they returned their attitude got worse. The mother and father were too busy sharing a bottle of wine to notice.
The two kids decided that it would be best to try and sneak up behind us and take a controller out of our hands! CW almost lost it when her controller brushed past the face of the younger kid, narrowly missing giving him a bloody nose. CW told them they had to stay at least two tables away from us as their behaviour was getting dangerous.
They sat two tables away, yelling out “AFTER THIS SONG IT’S OUR TURN! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY!!!”
Finally the kids meals arrived, and they had to go eat. The parents never even acknowledged their behaviour.
Psycho
Another family of four came in. The mother had two children under five with her. She walked excitedly up to us. We groaned a little inside, because the annoying kids from before were still in. Now we were going to have to explain to these cute kids that they couldn’t have a go.
M: Oh look what they’re doing kids. Isn’t that funny?
She looked around.
M: Where are your sweets and treats for children???
CW: We don’t have any.
M: BUT IT’S HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN! HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE SWEETS FOR CHIIIIIIIILLLLDDREEEENNN! COME ON KIDS! LET’S GET AWAY FROM THEEEEESSSEEE HORRIBLE SCROOGES!!!!
I thought Scrooge was associated with Christmas, not Halloween.
Oblivious
We’re dancing away quite happily, and a move comes up in which we have to spin around. About a millisecond before hand, we hear:
SC: Excuse me...
We spin around, and a co-worker ends up knocking a plate out of a customers hand, sending his meal crashing to the floor.
SC: YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL!
Turns out the customer wanted to complain about his meal. Instead of going to the people who were running food out, or to the bar staff, he thought it best to creep up behind us and wait until he was about an inch away from CW’s ear before making his presence known.
I’ll give you a penny to go away.
It’s Guy Fawkes Night next week, and some kids have started the tradition of Penny For the Guy. It’s an old tradition in which kids make a scarecrow effigy of Guy Fawkes that gets burned on a bonfire. Kids then go around with this effigy in the days beforehand asking people for a “penny for the guy” People say it’s just like Trick or Treating. I say it’s begging, and I have noticed that it is NEVER nice children that do this. It is always ones like in my first story and this story.
A father walked in with two kids. The three of them were carrying what was basically a black rubbish bag with a Scream mask on it.
Kid: HEY! GIVE US MONEY FOR THE GUY!!!!!
CW: We’re raising money for charity at the minute, so we’re not donating anything I’m afraid.
All three of them started screaming obscenities at us. That’s right, father and two sons, under ten, saying “fuck” so many times it would make Quentin Tarentino blush. It took two managers, a supervisor and a member of kitchen staff to get them out.
More Oblivious
We set up the dancing in a far corner of the pub for a reason. This was so that we weren’t in the way, and that no customers would be harmed. But for some reason, we had an insane amount of people walking through the middle of us.
From what we could gather, they were walking behind us to see what was going on, and then deciding to perform a weird U-turn right through the centre of our group to get back to their table. I hit at least three customers with the controller, and each time they acted like it was my fault for not watching what I was doing.
We ended up having to put up hazard cones, normally reserved for spillages, around us.
CW had a condition when she set up the event, and that was that she did not want the customers play. She’s been burned by too many SC’s and had visions of controllers going missing, or others going flying through the air and of people getting punched in the face. I don’t blame her at all. Anything could happen at that pub.
So four of us, complete with Halloween costumes danced all day long.
Annoying Children
Not long after we started, a family of four came in for dinner. They had two kids aged between 8 and 10. The mother exclaimed:
M: Oh! Look! A Wii! Why don’t you two go play while me and your dad have some quiet time. Go on!
In other words, “Oh! Look! An escape clause! These people can parent you!”
As they approached, CW turned to us and suggested we bend the “No customers” rule so the kids could have go. We agreed, but our minds were immediately changed when Older Child spoke.
OC: OI! GIVE US A CONTROLLER! IT’S OUR TURN!!!!!
He must have had some serious experience with his demanding voice, because we were left speechless.
OC: IT’SSSSSSS OUR TURN!!11!!
CW: I’m sorry, but this is a sponsored event. Staff only.
OC: BUT THAT’S NOT FAAAAAAIIIRRRR!
They stormed off. The mother, rather than coming to speak to us continually sent them up to us to ask when it was going to be their turn. If they had been polite, they would have got a turn, but each time they returned their attitude got worse. The mother and father were too busy sharing a bottle of wine to notice.
The two kids decided that it would be best to try and sneak up behind us and take a controller out of our hands! CW almost lost it when her controller brushed past the face of the younger kid, narrowly missing giving him a bloody nose. CW told them they had to stay at least two tables away from us as their behaviour was getting dangerous.
They sat two tables away, yelling out “AFTER THIS SONG IT’S OUR TURN! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY!!!”
Finally the kids meals arrived, and they had to go eat. The parents never even acknowledged their behaviour.
Psycho
Another family of four came in. The mother had two children under five with her. She walked excitedly up to us. We groaned a little inside, because the annoying kids from before were still in. Now we were going to have to explain to these cute kids that they couldn’t have a go.
M: Oh look what they’re doing kids. Isn’t that funny?
She looked around.
M: Where are your sweets and treats for children???
CW: We don’t have any.
M: BUT IT’S HALLOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN! HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE SWEETS FOR CHIIIIIIIILLLLDDREEEENNN! COME ON KIDS! LET’S GET AWAY FROM THEEEEESSSEEE HORRIBLE SCROOGES!!!!
I thought Scrooge was associated with Christmas, not Halloween.
Oblivious
We’re dancing away quite happily, and a move comes up in which we have to spin around. About a millisecond before hand, we hear:
SC: Excuse me...
We spin around, and a co-worker ends up knocking a plate out of a customers hand, sending his meal crashing to the floor.
SC: YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL!
Turns out the customer wanted to complain about his meal. Instead of going to the people who were running food out, or to the bar staff, he thought it best to creep up behind us and wait until he was about an inch away from CW’s ear before making his presence known.
I’ll give you a penny to go away.
It’s Guy Fawkes Night next week, and some kids have started the tradition of Penny For the Guy. It’s an old tradition in which kids make a scarecrow effigy of Guy Fawkes that gets burned on a bonfire. Kids then go around with this effigy in the days beforehand asking people for a “penny for the guy” People say it’s just like Trick or Treating. I say it’s begging, and I have noticed that it is NEVER nice children that do this. It is always ones like in my first story and this story.
A father walked in with two kids. The three of them were carrying what was basically a black rubbish bag with a Scream mask on it.
Kid: HEY! GIVE US MONEY FOR THE GUY!!!!!
CW: We’re raising money for charity at the minute, so we’re not donating anything I’m afraid.
All three of them started screaming obscenities at us. That’s right, father and two sons, under ten, saying “fuck” so many times it would make Quentin Tarentino blush. It took two managers, a supervisor and a member of kitchen staff to get them out.
More Oblivious
We set up the dancing in a far corner of the pub for a reason. This was so that we weren’t in the way, and that no customers would be harmed. But for some reason, we had an insane amount of people walking through the middle of us.
From what we could gather, they were walking behind us to see what was going on, and then deciding to perform a weird U-turn right through the centre of our group to get back to their table. I hit at least three customers with the controller, and each time they acted like it was my fault for not watching what I was doing.
We ended up having to put up hazard cones, normally reserved for spillages, around us.
It wasn't around when I was younger anyway.
(they're cheap too)
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