The Idiosyncrasies Of Crawldaddy Part IV

Hmm.

As we all know (fairly) well enough, that I am still technically 17 years old, but 18 this year... I am technically not supposed to work at the pub. Cute thing is, lots of people think I'm like 25 years old? Anyway, the issue at hand is what happens when people of my own age enter the pub and want to get some drinks.

Well, it just so happened that three guys entered the pub last night, and these guys were sooo obviously under-aged. Even my supervisor just shaked her head and smiled.

So I went up to these guys:

Crawldaddy: 'Hi, good evening, what can I do for you?' (I was hoping for a good opportunity to shoot these guys down, and yes, I am an evil bastard)

Guy A: 'Uhh, we'd like a table for three, please?'

Guy B: 'Yeah, table for three, thanks'

So I showed them one table, but these guys wanted to watch the soccer (Liverpool vs Sunderland) and wanted a better spot to watch the huge TVs:

Guy A: 'Uhh, could we have a table where we can see the TV easily?' (ha! spoilt bastards, these guys)

Guy B: 'Yeah... cuz we want to watch the soccer'

So I promptly pulled the table such that the TV was less than 2m away, and I let them sit down:

C: 'Ok, so what'll you have? Any drinks?'

Guy A: ' Uhh, we'd like some chips.. or chaps'

C: 'So that'll be chips or chaps?'

Guy B: 'What's the difference?'

I then explained what the difference between chips and chaps are etc etc and they finally chose chips.

C: 'Any drinks for you guys?'

Guy A: 'Uhh Heineken?'

At this point in time, I could only have one thought in my mind:

'YOU SNEAKY BASTARD! YOU THINK I CAN'T RECOGNISE PEOPLE OF MY OWN AGE???'

C: 'Uhh, I have to check your ID..'

Guy B: 'Oh, sorry, we're underaged :p'

C: 'Ah, then I'm sorry I can't serve you alcoholic drinks'

I was so amused by this... I, barely 18 years old bullying a bunch of guys who are my age, but they think I'm 25 or something.... muahahahahahahaa.. I'm so damn evil.

There was also another relatively high point for me last night, because four french guys came in and asked for Heineken pints as well, but their english was so poor I thought they were asking for some weird german beer instead.

I dunno... my mum wants me to find a job without the omnipresence of 2nd-hand smoke (which I do acknowledge is a health hazard), but thing is, at least this is one workplace where I don't feel so oppressed or segregated by the whole 'you're-just-a-part-timer-and-I-am-a-full-timer-so-you-have-to-lick-my-arsehole' bullshit. And cool thing is, I get to meet new, different people I would never have met while working in your sterile banquet environment.

Apart from hating the oppressive feeling I get when I work at banquet, it's also the troublesome methods of getting pay. Although working at molly's means I only get cash once per month, at least I don't have to go through the damn hassle of and making trips downtown queuing up JUST to get my pay.

Also I get to play guitar, sing my heart out, meet people who are just as passionate about music as I am every friday night :p so I really can't complain.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy