Thank goodness I'm leaving.

Yesterday at the pub, a scruffy looking chav came in, immediately headed for my boss who was eating a burger at the bar, and asked, "I'm not barred, am I?" That should've been a sign right there. 

My boss said no, not yet. I had never seen him before. He was short, portly, with curly blonde hair and worn, torn clothing. He asked for a Stella, my recorded reply was "Wedon'thaveStella, wehaveFostersKronenbourgSanMiguelandBaltica." He grimaced at the mention of Fosters and asked for a 'Kronie'. The bar was quite empty at the time, with only a few drinkers, plus Jacob the cook and his girlfriend. 

Chav came back in after 30 minutes, asked for another Kronenbourg and dumped his coins on the bar. As I finished pouring the drink, Jacob walked by, looked at the money and said in a low voice that "he hasn't got enough." I put the drink down, walked over to the money and counted it and told him that he was short 20p. He looked confused and I told him that a pint of Kronenbourg is £3 and you only have £2.80. He still looked confused so I said that I was sorry, but I can't serve you a Kronenbourg for £2.80. (I should mention that my boss was now downstairs in the cellar.)

Chav looked offended and said, "I'll go get your money." And walked over to another customer who was reading a paper and proceeded to cajole him in his sparkling lingua: "Oi mate! You got 20p I could borrow? I'll buy you a drink later on, promise." I yelled across the room for him to leave the gentleman alone, he was obviously busy reading a paper and wouldn't like to be disturbed. I should have walked over to them, but to tell you the truth, I was kinda scared of this guy and what he'd do. The guy reading the paper eventually gave him the 20p and chav walked over to me and said, "Here's your money, you stupid American, coming over here, trying to get me barred..." and threw the coin down. I said, "Are you done insulting me? If you're going to talk to me like that, you can keep your money and leave." And I walked to the other side of the bar.

And then he says, "You won't give me my beer for fucking 20p? You fucking Chinese cunt...I'm gonna smash your face!" I was absolutely livid by this time and can't remember much of what else he said, but I kept my cool and told him I wasn't serving him so he could take his fucking money and get out. By this time my boss had emerged from the cellar and heard the 'Chinese cunt' exchange. Chav looks at Boss and says, "This girl is insulting me and won't give me my beer." Boss just laughed and told him to get out. The African guy at the bar got up at this point and escorted him out personally. Jacob overheard him outside saying he was gonna break our windows. 

Speaking of which, apparently there was a fight the night before, and Zoe, my supervisor, kicked out some guy. Who then decided to take a sign from the outside and throw it back in through the front window. Luckily no one was hurt.

What a bag of dicks. What sort of surprised me was that no one stepped in to intervene until the very end, after he had threatened me. My boss said afterward that he wasn't too worried, and that he thought I could probably take him. ??? Really? 

I'm just happy that I leave in two weeks to start my new job in London. And we all know there are no chavs in London! My life will be perfect.