So trip to Cardiff, good and bad. Started okay Mrs luv wanted to go to the roof bar at The Botanist. Decent enough Then on to The Head of Steam which is a cracking craft beer bar and had a nice pint. This is where it goes wrong. I'm happy to have another but Mrs luv wants to find another place. We try a few but I'm not drinking Coors or Carling so it's not going well. I suggested Brewdog out of desperation and Mrs luv is getting annoyed at me turning down pubs. We're the only ones in there and some surly bloke serves us. Mrs luv's pint of cider is flat (not supposed too be) I mention it and the bloke pours a little into another glass and says no it's not. I walk off and try it give it to Mrs luv and it's flat so I take back. He's got an attitude and said what other one do you want then but it's on the same gas?
Kept calm but said okay just give me a refund and we'll go somewhere else. He ****s about for a bit and can't sort it, I tell her to go **** himself and we leave.
Great meal after that though. Hate Cardiff still.
So really, deep inside you, even though you told him to go **** himself your brain and conscious wanted to tell the Mrs to go **** herself for her part
I get you bro
Mornin