Fruit Machine Chat

Dogs and Children should NOT NOT NOT Fucking NOT be allowed in pubs..

Ive almost had it with my local because every night some old cunt comes in with his dog which never behaves! Basically goes psycho at any person who walks in, and its playing its part in wrecking a very good pub (amongst other things)...

I get fed up of it.. Even swore and walked out earlier (my pint was up anyway) and the owners of the dog said 'language'...

SIGH

fucking hate the way pubs are, they are a place to go for peace and quiet, or the opposite.. It hacks me off when that is destroyed by a psycho dog who doesn't belong in a pub.. FUCKING HELL

Pricks who order coffee do me in! You wouldnt order a pint of lager in starbucks!

Five teenage girls buying five drinks and paying seperately on cards. AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fuckin students do that all the time.

I walked out of a Spoons for this very reason the other day, 4 scruffy looking students ordering seperate drinks and paying with a card

Glendale wrote:Pricks who order coffee do me in! You wouldnt order a pint of lager in starbucks!

yep coffee orderers is my greatest bugbear as not only is it neither the time or the place for coffee, it takes the bar staff a disproportionate amount of time to assemble it all. If they then dick around paying on a card (which could have been done whilst the milk was being steamed) then that is the last straw...

You shouldn't be allowed to pay for a round costing less than £10 with a card in a pub.

Dirty, smelly, soap dodging layabouts.......and thats just the fruit players.

Hate people who order 8 drinks 1 by 1 at the bar, or that stupid barman on his 1st day doing evrything very slow while you wait, then to top it off the frutis dead!!!

I work behind the bar in a theatre, and when shows are on you find yourself serving up to 500 people during the interval, most of which are wannabe middle class luvvies, of the worst possible kind. I've had people asking to taste the house wine before they buy it, perhaps not an outrageous request in a Michelin Star restaurant, but not while the bar is 7 people deep, and you have people waving notes at you in a frantic bid to get served first.

These people also have no patience whatsoever, and are tight as two coats of paint with their money. Any tips I get are normally off working class people. The prices are also rather dear, but its always the rich pricks who complain. Some bloke, chinos, deck shoes etc started moaning about £3.50 for a pint of Guinness. I told him I didn't set the prices. Then the barrel went empty mid-pint so I apologised and asked him whether he'd mind waiting while the barrel was changed, or whether he'd prefer John Smiths or something else instead. "Just hurry up and change the fucking barrel will you?" He replied. I said i'm not paid enough to be spoken to like that, find someone else to serve you. NEXT!

Working in that environment certainly makes me more tolerant towards staff in pubs thats for sure.

I've done a bit of bar work growing up in a pub, i always tried to serve people in the order they got to the bar, out of politeness i would always point someone out to bar staff who had been waiting longer than myself. A good bar person should know who is next in the queue if you ask me, obviously when its 8 deep everyone won't always be served in order, but when there are and 4-5 people waiting to be served its quite easy to tell who's next.

Ive cooled a bit now

Always the same with dogs, especially when they enter, it all goes barmy and its not even funny!

Mr McStreak wrote:"Just hurry up and change the fucking barrel will you?"

ouch

I've done a few stints behind the bar at Newbury, Ascot, Epsom races. people come up and order 25 pints sometimes. The regular blokes are much nicer than the members and those Jockey Club w**kers. It ain't easy, but you realise what some poor sod in Weatherspoons has to go through.

Spyder wrote:

Mr McStreak wrote:"Just hurry up and change the fucking barrel will you?"

ouch

He looked really desperate for a pint, by the end of the evening he was so pissed that nobody would serve him. Then the verbal abuse started, but we all just stood around laughing as he staggered out of the door.

I used to have a reverend from the church next door to the pub that i work in who would come in like clock work at 2 every afternoon every Friday for a single 1 quid 50 cup of coffee, after a few weeks he wrote a letter of complaint to the head office complaining about the vulgar language used by the other patrons whilst he visited!! His complaint fell on deaf ears, the words that did it were, Reverend, Pub, Friday, Coffee, Swearing. Who's gonna win?