The…Central London, England.
Mr. Happy at a pub in London.
I asked for a taster of an ale and then, having liked it, asked and was served two pints of the same sampled cask ale.
Nice brew. Spey Valley IPA at 4.6 per abv., with a malty start and then the hops kicked in with abandon. A very fine brew. Please, don’t blame them!
The initial exchange was less than cordial, a disapproving grunt at best.
So. Mr Happy. Why are you so out of sorts?
<The verbal bits imagined as the barman was unable to speak!>
Well. Let me tell you.
As if you will listen?
First. You want a free taster. And then. Having had that. You expect me to pour two full pints.
And then you expect change from a tenner.
And then you expect me to be cordial after all those demands!
You people are beyond belief!
You fuckin’ foreigners!
Make my life miserable, or what?
Thanks so much!
“Love you too!”
Obviously, a pic would give it away!