Nothing offends me more than having some red faced cunt waving a scrunched up £5 note in my face when I have about 20 people all demanding a drink at the same time. Like, everyone stood at the bar has money, why do you feel the need to wave it around? Fucks sake.
I have to fight the urge to snatch it out of their greasy hands and either
A. Rip it up.
B. Pocket it
C. Drop it in a drip tray and hand it back to them, soaked in old beer.
Maybe I should start a blog about what not to do to bar workers?
Hate everyone. Get drunk.
