He opened a brown bottle and put it on the bar. He put some ice in a tall glass and placed it next to the bottle.
“What’s that?” I said. “The Magners.” “And what’s the empty glass for?” “It’s for the Magners,” he said.
“Am I expected to pour the drink from the bottle into the glass?” I said, puzzled. “Isn’t it your job to do that?”
He stared at me and then slowly poured the brown liquid over the ice and put it down quite hard;
indeed, he practically slammed the bottle onto the counter.
“Eight pound seventy,” he said, in a most unfriendly manner.
I handed over a five-pound note and four pound coins, then took my change and carefully put it in my purse.
“Would you by any chance have a tray?” I asked.
He tossed down a filthy, sticky tray and watched as I placed the drinks on it before turning his back on me.
There is such a paucity of good manners on display in the so-called service sector!
Raymond thanked me for the drink and took a big gulp. The Magners was quite pleasant, and I revised my opinion of the young barman.
Yes, his customer service skills were poor, but he did at least know how to make appropriate beverage recommendations.
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