Bill
April 3rd 2008 00:38
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Bill----
Comes into the pub and stands at the bar.
He asks me for a Carlsberg with a dash.
I instinctly reach for the glass and pour the beer while adding a top of lemonade.
He looks at me and congratulates me on knowing what a ‘dash’ meant. I kinda thought it was pretty self-explanatory even though I’ve only worked in a pub for around three weeks.
As the pub was fairly quiet he starts to talk to me about nonsense and then suddenly goes, ‘Oh you were the one that shortchanged me last night weren’t you?!’ accusingly. I was a little shocked but as I thought a little more about it, yes I had. He just happened to be the only person that I have actually shortchanged.
Anyway I start to blush, as I usually do when embarrassed, or told that I have done something wrong. I tell him it’s hot!
I get the usual question, ‘Where are you from?’ I answer Australia and he then begins to talk about how he can never tell between Australian and New Zealand accents. I go on to tell him just how different they are.
He, like most other people I meet, decides to tell me about his life and why he is standing in front of me. I am intrigued but interested as to why he would want to tell me.
Originally from Birmingham, he really doesn’t like London all that much but he has to come here for his partner to have surgery at the hospital. He has also been divorced, was a fighter, a security guard, and owned a pub. This I heard all in around three minutes…. I can only imagine what else he would have to tell me, or more so how much he could go on about each story.
Bill explained his love for Michael Hutchinson, a music legend, but also someone I did not grow up listening to as I tell him I’m only 21. He laughs and thinks I be at least 25. No sir, I’m just tall.
His broken nose is a result from boxing and he admits to his ugliness. Very few men would it seems so I give ten points for that. He also admits to his age of 50, after asking how much I thought he was. I said 35 just to make him feel better!
He tells me he knows the security guard of the band UB40 (an old reggae band), and how good ‘the old times’ were. Classic.
Bar work really involves you into the hearts of others. If only the pay was that little bit better. Then I wouldn’t mind pulling beers to old men any day.
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