My husband and I am on a quest for find a local pub to mark our territory. We decided to an old pub we heard of as a place for older, Scottish/British crowds.
Obviously, we went on the wrong night (turns out that Saturday is more optional for what we’re looking for).
There we were, sitting in an almost empty pub on a Tuesday night. There were one other couple there who kept on leaving their table for a smoke. And while the smoking area was outside only, the doors and windows upfront were kept open.
Smoke. All over my cloths, my hair and in my eyes.
On top of that, the other crowd was a group of young boys. They were definitely old enough to drink, but I call them boys because of the way they were behaving… loud, obnoxious and just really, really aggravating.
What IS it with these type of guys? What makes them think it’s cool to be walking across any eating establishment, belowing a very loud and frightfull, “YEAH!” or “HHEEEH!” or whatever neanderthal-like sound effect they could think of?
I asked my husband, “Did you do that when you were their age?”
He replied, “No. And those who did were the losers of the bunch.”
“God… they are never going to get laid!”
To top it off, the waitress, as sweet as she was, was extremely slow. She spent more time socializing at the bar then taking care of her customers.
Upon leaving, this young lady came storming up to the patio from around the back. We learned later that she lived in the townhouses behind the pub.
It began as soon as she hoisted herself up to the patio area… “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? CAN’T YOU KEEP IT DOWN… YOUR OWN KIDS ARE SLEEPING AND YOU’RE MAKING A RACKET! GROW UP!!!”
The noisey one has kids, eh? Well… I guess he was able to get laid.
