A large pub known for selling
cheap beer tends to attract all sorts of people. And when it’s a quiet
weeknight all sorts of people gather to have a drink. You get the working men
on their barstools taking the piss out of each other. You get the skanks
striving to save every penny for another pint while moaning at anything and
everything. And occasionally they’ll meet up with you at the bar. Most of the
time, they’re just making polite conversation and they’re interested in what
you’re drinking. But once they work out you’re on your own like them and you’ve
just popped in for a quick pint; oh how do they pour their hearts out. I refuse
to offer to buy their pint to shut them up. But they certainly have their opinion,
and if you engage it, you’ll be stuck in a loop until you’re confident enough
to think of an excuse to get you out of it.
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