After yesterday’s lovely encounter with the Family From Hell, CW and I decided to go out for a few drinks. We had an awesome night. CW also lives five minutes walk from the pub, whereas I live five miles away, so I crashed in his spare bed for the night. We woke up this morning, and decided we wanted some breakfast to chase the hangover away. We walked over to the pub.
So we go to the bar and order our food. We chat with M and ask how she’s doing after yesterday and then we stand and wait for our drinks. A middle aged man wandered up and down the bar, looking a bit lost.
SC: *to me* I need a cloth.
Me: Oh right. *I lean over the bar and call CW2* CW2, can you-
SC: You work here right?
Me: Yeah...
SC: Then why can’t you do it?
Me: I’m not working right now, I’m afraid. CW2, can you find this gentleman a cloth.
CW2 handed him the cloth.
SC: *to me* My son spilled his drink. It needs cleaning up.
Me: Ok.
SC: *stares*
CW2: Where are you sitting sir? I’ll come over and sort it.
SC: I don’t really see why you should have to. He’s the one that’s not doing anything.
I simply raised my eyebrows and headed for an empty table with CW. We were sat chatting, when he returned.
SC: Where do you get sugar from? I need sugar for my coffee.
CW: It’s just at the end of the bar.
SC: Do you work here too or something?
CW: Yeah...
SC: *tuts and walks away*
Me: You should have said no!
Our food arrives. Oh crap. He’s wandering about again.
SC: My coffee is too strong. I need some more milk for it.
Me: If you go to the bar they will be able to sort it out for you.
SC: Why can’t you do it?
Me: Because I’m not working and I’m eating...
SC: But they’re busy and you’re not doing anything.
OK guys. I was snappy. I was hungover and hungry. The two of those combined are not good.
Me: I’m sorry, but I’m not working, I’m having a meal and I’m having a private conversation. If you go to the bar, they will help you, but I am not leaving this table.
SC: Oh well, sorrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy to disturb you!
He walked away and didn’t come back. However, other customers had noticed him asking me questions. A lady approached the table.
SC2: Excuse me, are you serving Sunday lunch today?
Me: Yes we are. If you go speak to one of the barstaff, they will give you the details.
SC2: Oh. Ok then.
She walked away looking quite hurt.
I was wearing a hooded jumper. I pulled the hood over my head and continued to eat, while CW giggled and tried not to choke on his food.
So we go to the bar and order our food. We chat with M and ask how she’s doing after yesterday and then we stand and wait for our drinks. A middle aged man wandered up and down the bar, looking a bit lost.
SC: *to me* I need a cloth.
Me: Oh right. *I lean over the bar and call CW2* CW2, can you-
SC: You work here right?
Me: Yeah...
SC: Then why can’t you do it?
Me: I’m not working right now, I’m afraid. CW2, can you find this gentleman a cloth.
CW2 handed him the cloth.
SC: *to me* My son spilled his drink. It needs cleaning up.
Me: Ok.
SC: *stares*
CW2: Where are you sitting sir? I’ll come over and sort it.
SC: I don’t really see why you should have to. He’s the one that’s not doing anything.
I simply raised my eyebrows and headed for an empty table with CW. We were sat chatting, when he returned.
SC: Where do you get sugar from? I need sugar for my coffee.
CW: It’s just at the end of the bar.
SC: Do you work here too or something?
CW: Yeah...
SC: *tuts and walks away*
Me: You should have said no!
Our food arrives. Oh crap. He’s wandering about again.
SC: My coffee is too strong. I need some more milk for it.
Me: If you go to the bar they will be able to sort it out for you.
SC: Why can’t you do it?
Me: Because I’m not working and I’m eating...
SC: But they’re busy and you’re not doing anything.
OK guys. I was snappy. I was hungover and hungry. The two of those combined are not good.
Me: I’m sorry, but I’m not working, I’m having a meal and I’m having a private conversation. If you go to the bar, they will help you, but I am not leaving this table.
SC: Oh well, sorrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy to disturb you!
He walked away and didn’t come back. However, other customers had noticed him asking me questions. A lady approached the table.
SC2: Excuse me, are you serving Sunday lunch today?
Me: Yes we are. If you go speak to one of the barstaff, they will give you the details.
SC2: Oh. Ok then.
She walked away looking quite hurt.
I was wearing a hooded jumper. I pulled the hood over my head and continued to eat, while CW giggled and tried not to choke on his food.
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