the south africans
October 29th 2008 17:23
Dave and the South Africans…
They are all nice guys but they are too old for me. It doesn’t seem to bother them when they try to chat up a 22 year old serving them drinks at the pub while their girlfriends are waiting at home.
It doesn’t bother me one bit, as I know its all a bit of lively banter. Dave tells me they are all living in London town to make some good money with an IT business and then they’ll go back home. Don’t we all go back home eventually? All the safas, Aussies, and Kiwis – we all go home eventually looking for some sun.
I can tell when the boys are getting drunk and there’re in for the long haul when they order jack Daniels and diet coke with lemon or lime in a tall glass with lots of ice. I know this off by heart now.
One of them used to be a bouncer at various clubs and it wasn’t until some annoying, loud stupid polish bums snuck into the pub to try and watch the football for free that his buff manly qualities arose. His shoulders and face flared up like an angry cats back.
I told them not to get involved as it was our responsibility to do something about the conflict but they continue to pretty much tell me to fuck off. I was the one that didn’t want any more trouble than what had already been caused and I got the blunt of it. When men like to be men, it doesn’t seem to matter what steps in the way.
Anyway the polish stepped down and left without ever buying a drink. This indeed was the safas argument that they were yelling and screaming and causing trouble to the other paying customers that have a right to be sitting in the pub. Fair enough I say, but the young bartender doesn’t need to be screamed at.
I place these men in the category that seems to be like lots of people I write about and it’s the category of too much drink causes drama. I like them and they are quite polite to me individually but when binge drinking comes into play the sober bartender can see right through their trying charm.
They are all nice guys but they are too old for me. It doesn’t seem to bother them when they try to chat up a 22 year old serving them drinks at the pub while their girlfriends are waiting at home.
It doesn’t bother me one bit, as I know its all a bit of lively banter. Dave tells me they are all living in London town to make some good money with an IT business and then they’ll go back home. Don’t we all go back home eventually? All the safas, Aussies, and Kiwis – we all go home eventually looking for some sun.
One of them used to be a bouncer at various clubs and it wasn’t until some annoying, loud stupid polish bums snuck into the pub to try and watch the football for free that his buff manly qualities arose. His shoulders and face flared up like an angry cats back.
I told them not to get involved as it was our responsibility to do something about the conflict but they continue to pretty much tell me to fuck off. I was the one that didn’t want any more trouble than what had already been caused and I got the blunt of it. When men like to be men, it doesn’t seem to matter what steps in the way.
Anyway the polish stepped down and left without ever buying a drink. This indeed was the safas argument that they were yelling and screaming and causing trouble to the other paying customers that have a right to be sitting in the pub. Fair enough I say, but the young bartender doesn’t need to be screamed at.
I place these men in the category that seems to be like lots of people I write about and it’s the category of too much drink causes drama. I like them and they are quite polite to me individually but when binge drinking comes into play the sober bartender can see right through their trying charm.
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