Ripped off. Pissed off

Grrr…

A guy came in yesterday at the pub and ordered three Jacks with coke, as I served them he also requested three Becks and three Guinness. I grab the Becks and start pouring the Guinness’. As I’m doing that he tells me he’ll grab a seat and be back for the Guinness in a bit. I finish the Guinness’ and look around to see him. Nothing…

I go outside the bar and check the tables. Nothing…

I go outside the pub. Nothing…

He fucking left and left me with a £23 bar tab.

That seriously pissed me off. I searched the nearby area just in case but he was nowhere to be found. The doorman from next door tried to help me but seeing as I don’t remember faces or, really, nothing much of non-regular customers, I couldn’t locate him.

Obviously, asking for the Guinness’ was a trick to keep me occupied until he left. I should have seen it coming…

Fuck!


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