Classic yesterday. The barmaid who woks on Sunday afternoons is the worst ever. She's thick as two short planks and daft as a brush She only really works there so she can smoke (her hubby thinks she's given up) and put **** on the jukey which is free in there on a Sunday. She spends more time on the customer side of the bar. Apparently someone asked her if her Dad was still working and she said he wasn't as he was now ******ed. She was also telling someone else that a friend of hers (who is having IVF therapy) is actually having HIV therapy
Like the rest of us do before it officially opens at 12 ish. Then she goes outside which is one of the reasons it's a bastard getting a pint
I used to regularly go behind the bar to serve at my old local after time. All the staff ****ed off but we regularly had lock-ins. The till was monitored too so we had to pay using a cash tin at the side
Denice and her sister were both pissed as handcarts last night. They didn't stay down quite long enough to provide the cabaret, unfortunately