So, a penguin, an elephant and a walrus walked into a pub and, hilarity ensued. What fucking pub is that then? I'm going to the wrong ones. When I walk into a pub, it's full of idiots who don't know how to order a drink, don't acknowledge the FACT that bar staff are people also, and can't spot 'personal space' until you whack them in the head with a wet haddock.
A pub is a place where you go for a drink - not a fucking coffee, moron - and try to relax. Many years ago, Goth Master was a barman (and a very good one I might add) and thus GM knows the rules. Good bar people are exactly that - good people. They are not there to be your personal servants just because you are buying a drink. If you want a servant, buy a teddy bear, become homosexual and have shit loads of money. In the meantime, fuck off out of space and get a life.
Toffee nosed twats get upset when I get served before them "Oh I say, I was jolly in the queue before you" - "Yeah, and you were a complete twat before I was and your point is what?!!!".
I can go to a pub and have a conversation about existentialism, philosophy, civil war or how big are her tits? and generally this will be with the bar person, not some person I have brought along because I don't have the ability to connect with people or I have no friends, in the world, ever. It's part of the joy really. Not knowing where the conversation might flow. One thing I do know however, is that I will get served before most because I have one thing.....
It's not shit loads of money, it's not the knowledge to talk down to barstaff, it's not the fact that the barstaff want to fuck me, the one thing that I have is .....
So, take a bow 'Angels of Mercy' - you know who you are if you've ever served me or one of my army of kindred spirits. I may not always tip you, on account of finances being tighter than a ducks arse but, if you're on my side of the bar, I will chuck one onto my ever expanding tab for you.