Management planned ahead for the good weather and put five on to work – sweaty bodies banging into each other, fighting over the till, brilliant.
Ah, the till. For some reason, it will only let one person log on at a time. But it’s fine.
You know all the prices, your mental arithmetic is passable. Then the customer from hell gets to the bar. She orders 12 drinks, one at a time.
Service with a smile
You serve with a smile, tell her the price and she hands over the cash. But when you hand over the change she suddenly starts questioning why it costs so much.
She argues so much you have to get a calculator (refraining from shoving it down her throat) and prove to her you weren’t lying, that really is the price.
You take great satisfaction in knowing you are right before she sheepishly shuffles away.