Barman's Curse
It started when I was about 19, working behind the bar at a sports centre for a Young Farmers do. I served the guy with a pint, and he said:
‘can you fit a scotch in there?’
‘Yes sure, no worries’
‘Then why can’t you fill it up with beer?’
What a cunt. He got neither by the way, just a whispered ‘wanker’ into the top of his 7/8 pint of fosters.
‘can you fit a scotch in there?’
‘Yes sure, no worries’
‘Then why can’t you fill it up with beer?’
What a cunt. He got neither by the way, just a whispered ‘wanker’ into the top of his 7/8 pint of fosters.
Turn your back on the offending pisstank and whisper your worst barman's curse into the booze