give_us_a_wave
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Al
I was in a pub in Sheffield waiting to be served when a young lad behind the bar carrying a couple of crates walked by & asked if I wanted him to serve me. I was in a good mood & thought I'd do him a favour by not saying yes & making him put his load down only to have to pick it up again 2 minutes later.
What can I say? I'm a nice bloke.
" I'll wait for the barmaid mate thanks, no worries "
He then decided to put down the crates & inform me that 'barmaid' is now an obsolete term. She is a server or a bartender.
During the course of this lecture another bloke, obviously the landlord, had emerged through a door at the back of the bar. Just in time to catch the tail end of this social studies lecture.
" OK " I said to the lad. & pulled a card from my wallet. " This is a debit card ( I put it back in the wallet) I was going to use it to buy a pint. Then I was going to ask for a lunch menu. Then another pint. At a guess I'd say about 30 quid would have come off it. It probably still will, but it'll do it down the road at that place with the blue sign, whatever it's called. So cheers for the life lesson. Only fair I gave you one straight back "
& off I went. But as I walked off I caught the eye of the landlord, who's face had turned a pretty ominous shade of red & was staring hard at the young lad. I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. As I caught his eye I said " Is there another word for **** these days as well? " To his great credit he just said " No mate. A **** is still a **** " At which point the barmaid (sic) put the full stop in by bursting out laughing.
On reflection I think that might have been the point at which I officially entered the crusty old git club. Never to return. Comes to us all I guess.
l a bit of a minefield that. As I found out last summer.
I was in a pub in Sheffield waiting to be served when a young lad behind the bar carrying a couple of crates walked by & asked if I wanted him to serve me. I was in a good mood & thought I'd do him a favour by not saying yes & making him put his load down only to have to pick it up again 2 minutes later.
What can I say? I'm a nice bloke.
" I'll wait for the barmaid mate thanks, no worries "
He then decided to put down the crates & inform me that 'barmaid' is now an obsolete term. She is a server or a bartender.
During the course of this lecture another bloke, obviously the landlord, had emerged through a door at the back of the bar. Just in time to catch the tail end of this social studies lecture.
" OK " I said to the lad. & pulled a card from my wallet. " This is a debit card ( I put it back in the wallet) I was going to use it to buy a pint. Then I was going to ask for a lunch menu. Then another pint. At a guess I'd say about 30 quid would have come off it. It probably still will, but it'll do it down the road at that place with the blue sign, whatever it's called. So cheers for the life lesson. Only fair I gave you one straight back "
& off I went. But as I walked off I caught the eye of the landlord, who's face had turned a pretty ominous shade of red & was staring hard at the young lad. I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. As I caught his eye I said " Is there another word for **** these days as well? " To his great credit he just said " No mate. A **** is still a **** " At which point the barmaid (sic) put the full stop in by bursting out laughing.
On reflection I think that might have been the point at which I officially entered the crusty old git club. Never to return. Comes to us all I guess.
