We were enjoying our luncheon break at the hotel in Esk when someone chucked a whammy because a fly drowned in his full glass of beer and the lousy mean barman charged him for another beer… (Publicans aren’t like the old days when we were young blokes unfortunately.)
Anyway that particular bloke has gone all petulant now and reckons that any time he’s in Esk in the future he’ll only ever take his luncheon break at the other Esk pub… (It’s like going riding with a great big child.)
Needless to say I tried to smooth him over but was unable to. Perhaps he should bring some sandwiches and a thermos next time and eat in the park by himself and leave the rest of the world in peace for a while…
Max