Lock-in at the local

Country pub lock ins can be fantastic. I think its a lovely tradition for out of the way pubs.

The Donnington landlord wasn't just having lockins tho, he was also buying beer "through the back door" from people other than the brewery and this was the reason for him getting the push. It led to games of "He Says It's IPA, But What Is It Really?"

The only bar (of three) showing the CelticVsBarcelona game did a lock-in and cause of my bosses I was stuck outside. three red cards including the keeper, one goal and I AM MISSING IT ALL. Im sorry but PSV&Auxerre ain't cutting it.

is selling alcohol to underaged children

a) wrong
b) a ticket to sainthood

Though I was very taken with one of the questions about doorstaff:

A troublesome customer approaches, should doorstaff

a) reason with them
b) call the police
c) ask management for advisement
d) MEET VIOLENCE WITH VIOLENCE

My capitalisation, obv, nevertheless, I nearly got thrown out for laughing.

Hi [blah-blah-blah], it's Dell. I have been coming to [shitty bar name redacted] for almost five years now. Last night [gratuitously abrasive bartender] served me a beer with scum in it, yelled at me when i complained about it, and then challenged me to a fight outside...and, accused me of making you cry earlier in the night??

I just don't know anymore. Like I said, I moved here five years ago, I fucking hate Philadelphia, and it's a drag for me to go to a bar and be treated poorly, but I would often go to [your shitty bar] out of geographical convenience and b/c it was a reliable spot where I could order a drink and brood for a few songs on the jukebox.

Mathematically, I'm figuring I have been there at least a hundred times, and I always tip a dollar per beer. Black and Tan. I live in the neighborhood. To be challenged to a fight by the bartender last night, to be scolded by salt and pepper-beard darts-playing habitue, is frankly (pun intended) more than my overloaded psyche can handle right now. I have been going through a lot of shit lately, and I thought that [your piece of shit] bar constituted an oasis wherein I could situate and ruminate and all of that crap when it felt like my personal cards were down for the moment. But now, I just don't know. Attached is a picture of me. I don't want to go back to there unless [insane employee] and that darts guy personally apologize to me for treating me like shit. As fantastic as it seems, people are people, and it's especially outrageous in my mind, because I have always regarded y'all with utmost respect, even when you have not brought it to the proverbial table in kind.

So, ugh.

Attached is my picture so you know who I am.

I live at [my address, a few blocks away].

Massively dispirited by this crud, I mean, c'mon, surely you guys are better than this. I wish you guys the best, I hope I can say the same for us all, but right now I just feel bitter.

Dell

you're locked in here with us now

Hi [name redacted],

Thanks for responding to my email.

I guess I could benefit from some warmth on my end; I'm sorry if it really is that much of a chore to sell me beers!

I don't have an issue with [name redacted] per se, it's more a larger problem that I have with people being shitty to one another. Obviously I am as guilty of this as anyone concerned. I'm not sure who "Captain" is, but dart player, yes, I understand that he was looking out for [name redacted person's] welfare. It was just really weird to be accused of making you cry, I mean, jeepers, I may not have the best social skills, but all things considered I feel like I am just about as unthreatening as they come. No one appreciates being treated like shit. I don't have a history of complaining, I usually just let things slide off my back, (else I wouldn't have patronized DF's for the past several years) but I have a fair idea of when I am being slapped in the face. I come away from last night feeling like I have no friends, pretty much on my own block! It's a shitty feeling.

It's not about scum on my beer or the keg being kicked. I tipped her two dollars for what it's worth. (evidently not much!) I could give a shit about money; ultimately it's just painful to be disabused from a refuge that was once afforded me.

Anyway, be well. I feel like I would be selling myself short if I came back in prior to an employee there apologizing to me for threatening to knock my block off ... for no reason whatsoever! All in all it just saddens me. I feel like people should give each other the benefit of the proverbial doubt, and we are all poorer for not doing so. Again, I recognize that I am guilty of lacking warmth and concomitant blessings, but we all have our faults and shortcomings.

I am DEll on Facebook if you want to be friends cyberially. Please tell --redacted- and her friends that I am sorry if I made her night unpleasant. Anyone who likes [bandname redacted] can't be all bad, after all...