I've had bosses in the past that have questioned mileage expenses after they've found time to research my journey on Google they have asked why I booked say 200 miles when Google said I could do a particular journey in 190 miles. 28p a mile we get so that's less than the price of a coffee, a beer, a MacDonalds the list goes on. This has always been batted back with a response, a pretty unpleasant one from me asking if they genuinely think I'm that hard up I need to fiddle less than 3 quid.
I have a couple of mates who are fuckers when it comes to buying a round which gets up my nose and some friends of me and my wife need physically separating from their cash when we split a bill on say my credit card it will be weeks before I see their share.
When I used to bring a newspaper into work to read at lunch or on the shitter one bloke was always swiping it or taking it to the photocopier in the yard to run off copies and read at home.
I stayed at a digs when working in Leeds and the bloke who ran the place was a weird sod anyway, he asked if I wanted to watch the football on sky whatever the game was on the Sunday and I said I did thinking he was going to direct me to the nearest place that showed it instead he asked if I wanted to watch it on the tv with him and his family in the front room which I agreed to. He asked me to go and get some beers in, which I did, he took them off me when I got back and put them in the fridge (more on this in a bit) bearing in mind I was staying at this place by myself and wasn't bothered about making friends or drinking on my own on a Sunday I wandered down to the front room and saw the rest of the family (him, his wife and two very unusual looking kids) all sat on the sofas and armchairs and he went and got me a plastic garden chair. The tv wasn't on and kick off was upon us so I asked if he knew the gane was about to start and he abdrubtly said he knew so I sat my arse down and looked awkwardly round the room. Now this was about 2000 so over a decade before I owned a nice, convenient, distraction device like a smartphone, So I watched him look at his watch then switch the tv on, at the plug and we got the game. Half time came along and he walked over to the plug again and switched the whole lot off! 15 minutes later he got up and switched it all on, by this time I'd got him to go and get me three beers from his fridge out of the half dozen that I'd brought, he hadn't had any and I'd fucking had enough of waiting in silence to become another victim of a Yorkshire based serial killer so I thanked him for his hospitality and fucked off out on my own to watch the second half in Leeds high street.
As always when I got back the silly prick had locked the door from the inside (This would have been about 8pm) so I had to ring the bell, an actual metal bell for him to eventually come and turn the deadlock to let me in.
This was the end of the first week of me working up there and being plenty of places to stay I decided enough was enough and I'd check out first thing in the morning and find myself somewhere else to stop.
I appreciate I've gone the log way around doing this.
I was presented with a bill that included charges for electricity used whilst I was there (he heard me watch the tv in the morning getting ready for work) a charge for daily servicing of the room (What every hotel and b&b on the planet do as part of the charge) and a charge for, this is the gem. Night porterage for ringing the bell every night to get in after 6pm because he'd deadlocked the door and best of all. He charged me for the beers I'd bought because he'd put them in his fridge the cheeky fucker!
The night porterage charge was minute in case anyone cares. I told him not to be silly and that I wouldn't be paying all of that but paid for the room and breakfast.
He sent a small claims letter to my employers chasing a final payment of an unsettled bill from one of their finest for......
£3.53 and he'd itemized the lot! My boss at the time laughed his bollocks off and never let his counterpart in Yorkshire forget about it and how amazingly tight Yorkshiremen are. My boss told me to pay it and he'd give me 2 hours overtime gratis which I gladly accepted.
Phoned up to pay the old bastard by card.... Nope need to send a cheque!
He never did get his £3.53 and he sent some letters and I assume is still posting them to the address of the old yard which is now a housing estate and school
Oh how this brought back memories of my days working all over the uk in the 70's and 80's having to stay in B&B's before the likes of travelodge etc were invented lol
My wife's parents were seriously well off and quite free with their spending and not tight in any way with the exception of their tea bags. They had two saucers in the kitchen, one containing tea bags that had only been used once and another for ones used twice. If you used one for the first time, you were not allowed to squeeze it too hard so it held some flavour for the next cuppa. It was an absolute obsession for them.
Out for drinks after work, mate who was notoriously tight surprised everyone and said ‘let’s go to one of the dodgy pubs down Shorditch’. So off a group trotted down there.
After the first parade the girl went round with her pint glass, and everyone put their 50p (you can tell this is an old story!) in apart the bloke whose suggestion it was, who stood primly with his hands in his pockets. She said something to him and he come out with the legendary line “love, I’ve just popped in for a quiet drink after work. If you want to take you clothes off then that’s entirely up to you”.
My cousin always collects used unfranked stamps and with a sharp pair of scissors and a tube of Gloy recycles them.
This year's Christmas card arrived with a decidedly dodgy look. On closer inspection it was the red border, which he'd obviously retrieved from a red envelope. In recent years he has stopped sending birthday cards, I can only surmise that his (used) stamp supply is drying up.
They have redesigned the stamps so it is harder to get them off without them breaking up.
But not impossible ..................................
My Mum, step-day and I sold off a load of old stuff at a boot sale a few years ago. My step-dad had cleared out the shed of old tools etc. and filled up a box, put on a sign "Everything 10p". Someone came up and had a good rummage around, pulled out something and said "I'll give you 5p for this". My step-dad politely told him the box was 10p per item and that it wasn't much. The other guy argued back that he was only offering 5p. I thought my step-dad was going to take whatever old tool the bloke had and batter him! He took back the tool and then told the bloke to F*** Off and that he can't buy anything at all from us. He could not believe that someone would be so tight as to argue over 5p at a boot sale - he's never come with us to sell stuff again.
In my circle of friends from school (we left 24 years ago now WTF!) there's one lad who was notorious for not putting his hands in his pockets.
Whenever the group went out for a meal, someone would add the bill up with the tip, divide it by the number of people and let everyone know what everyone had to pay. How it works with each and every one of you. Easy, everyone sticks their money in. Not quite. Everyone stuck their money in...apart from one. Every time. Its a bit of a long running joke now. He's much better now but it has gone on for years and not one of us had picked him up on it.
Anyway, back to current times, my brothers stag do. Went karting and he paid me late, not by a couple of days but by a month. Went out afterwards, it turns out he put no money in the whip and at the end of the night in the restaurant, someone mysteriously hadn't paid and to save a scene, one of my other mates covered it. Unfortunately, I was outside with my brother as was in a coma by that stage with his head between his knees struggling to stay concscious. It was only at the wedding did one of the other lads tell me what the score was with the whip and the restaurant. I was raging. Have since reimbursed my other friend.
Surely at the age of 41, people know how to behave?
There used to be a bloke at our cricket club in the mid 90s who was a bit shy when it came to buying his round. One evening after I had cobbled together some old pennies a sixpence & a threepenny bit I gave them them to the barman who called him over to tell him that the last time he'd bought a drink he had left his change on the bar.
Got another one - more Brother-in-Law stuff later.
My mate had a Father-in-Law whose party trick was going to restaurants and having a slap-up meal - and then announcing to the waitress that he had lost his wallet and couldn’t pay.
I once saw him pull this trick off in a cafe I happened to be in and he could not give a toss, he ordered $60 worth of food and then called the waitress over and announced, “I have got a bit of a problem....”
Because he was a really well-spoken and well presented bloke people fell for it all the time!
Worked with 2 lads on a job where the canteen was heavily subsidised, if my memory serves me right a cup of tea cost 10p. Anyway we was all on good money and one day one of the them bought in a kettle so that he could make his own tea as he thought 10p was a piss take..!!
Got a mate called Pete who is one of those blokes that will get bought drinks, then when it comes to his round (after about six drinks) just says nothing, or deflects with "it's yours isn't it, you tight bastard?". Someone else nearly always bails him out. Being tight just seems ingrained in the personalities of people like him.
Anyway, out one night in the London Bridge area, he'd bought nothing as usual. It was nearly midnight and we popped in Tesco Express in Borough High Street to buy a few bits and pieces, crap snacks etc as everyone had to head off/go their separate ways.
Another mate gathers all the items and says don't worry I'll get this. Suddenly Pete gets his wallet out. In shock I said with complete incredulity "You're not actually gonna buy something this evening are you Pete?!
"Fuck that, he can put the points on my Clubcard!"
Worked with 2 lads on a job where the canteen was heavily subsidised, if my memory serves me right a cup of tea cost 10p. Anyway we was all on good money and one day one of the them bought in a kettle so that he could make his own tea as he thought 10p was a piss take..!!
Very similar to an old office I worked in, 10p for a coffee and at the end of the year it all went behind the bar at the office work do anyway, it was just 10p to avoid people taking the piss and getting coffee they wouldn't drink etc.
One bloke used to come in early, sneak into the office cupboard for the prefilled cups for the machine and make himself a coffee w using that and the kettle. Either that or nick someone's granules if they'd bought in better stuff than the machine one for themselves.
My cousin always collects used unfranked stamps and with a sharp pair of scissors and a tube of Gloy recycles them.
This year's Christmas card arrived with a decidedly dodgy look. On closer inspection it was the red border, which he'd obviously retrieved from a red envelope. In recent years he has stopped sending birthday cards, I can only surmise that his (used) stamp supply is drying up.
They have redesigned the stamps so it is harder to get them off without them breaking up.
That's why he stopped steaming them off and started cutting them out, leaving the backing on.
the other one that grates me and is probably quite common is you all meet up for a night out, the usual meeting place/1st stop is a pub of some kind for arguments sake its a wetherspoons, hell always get 1st round as everyone will be on a pint, fast forward 4 hours then when someone elses rounds its oh ill have a double spirit and mixer.
It's not strictly 'tight fisted' but was my silliest argument ever over money. I bought a return ticket from Blackheath to London many years ago. In the evening, I returned to Ladywell in the evening to meet a friend for a beer. I never crossed my mind that I should pay an excess fare Lewisham as I was on a different line. Sure enough, I got stopped at the barrier and told that I needed to pay an excess fare. I apologised and offered the extra 2p or whatever it was at that time. But, the officious guy at the exit (there were no barriers then) told me that I was guilty of defrauding British Rail and that I would be arrested. I was held by 3 staff while the police were called. The policeman eventually turned up and had a word with the over-officious ticket man. The policeman came over to me and said that I had refused to pay the excess fare. I said that was nonsense and had offered to pay it more than once. The policeman then explained that the bloke was a pain in the backside and regularly called the police for no reason. I was told to leave. As I wandered off belatedly to the pub, I realised that I still hadn't paid the 2p excess fare. I am not sure I have been back to Ladywell Station since.
I went on a stag do to France a few years back, groom was into fishing so a few mates headed over to a lake over there to fish, and a few of us went with them to doss about for a week, play football, cricket, cards, have a wander round the local village, and drink a few beers (was a great week).
Hadn't met the best man before, but he met us on the overnight ferry at Portsmouth with a few cans of Fosters so seemed a decent bloke.
We got there and while the fishers set up, me and a couple of the other non fishers offered to drive to the nearest supermarket to get some food for the week and a ton of stubby French beers, and split the cost. We head off, buy the supplies and get back, tell everyone it was €40 each or whatever, most stump up the cash - not the best man.
"You bought beers?" He says. 'Yes mate, plenty.' "Well , I did bring those Fosters...." 'What?' "If we're splitting the cost of beer...."
Now normally I've told him to stop being tight and give me the €40, but I didn't really know the guy and we all have to spend the week together, so said fine, & asked him for €30.
"I didn't bring many Euros." Says Tight Arse. 'How many have you got?' "€20?" 'Mate, we've all chipped in €40. You got any pounds?' "Yeah...." 'Right, give me your €20 and a tenner then and we'll call it even.'
Tight arse moans that pounds aren't the same as Euros, I asked for the same amount in pounds, to which he let's out a line now famous within our group of mates:
"What exchange rate are you using at the moment?"
I don't know mate, I'm not Thomas Cook! Ended up with €20 and a fiver I think.
Best bit? Found out that the groom had left the Fosters at his house a few weeks before.
Oh, he also had us sleeping overnight on the airplane type chairs on the 8 hour overnight ferry instead of twin cabins with beds. We found out later that the difference was £3 each.
My personal favourite was following one of the midday Millwall ko’s about 15-20 of us ended up after the game down the Fanny on the Hill in welling. Very very drunk. About 7, 8 o clock I’m organising probably the fourth whip of the day and everyone chucked their notes in. All a bit of a blur after that but I ended up in a cab to another pub in Bexley.
Next day put my jeans on and discovered a pocket full of notes. I’d effectively done a runner with the whip without buying a single person a drink. Never been allowed near a whip since !
Have also dealt with a manager at work who I'm reliably informed asked a restaurant at the end of an expensed meal for a calculator to take 2% off their service charge as they "only deserved 8%, not 10%".
I've had bosses in the past that have questioned mileage expenses after they've found time to research my journey on Google they have asked why I booked say 200 miles when Google said I could do a particular journey in 190 miles. 28p a mile we get so that's less than the price of a coffee, a beer, a MacDonalds the list goes on. This has always been batted back with a response, a pretty unpleasant one from me asking if they genuinely think I'm that hard up I need to fiddle less than 3 quid.
I have a couple of mates who are fuckers when it comes to buying a round which gets up my nose and some friends of me and my wife need physically separating from their cash when we split a bill on say my credit card it will be weeks before I see their share.
When I used to bring a newspaper into work to read at lunch or on the shitter one bloke was always swiping it or taking it to the photocopier in the yard to run off copies and read at home.
I stayed at a digs when working in Leeds and the bloke who ran the place was a weird sod anyway, he asked if I wanted to watch the football on sky whatever the game was on the Sunday and I said I did thinking he was going to direct me to the nearest place that showed it instead he asked if I wanted to watch it on the tv with him and his family in the front room which I agreed to. He asked me to go and get some beers in, which I did, he took them off me when I got back and put them in the fridge (more on this in a bit) bearing in mind I was staying at this place by myself and wasn't bothered about making friends or drinking on my own on a Sunday I wandered down to the front room and saw the rest of the family (him, his wife and two very unusual looking kids) all sat on the sofas and armchairs and he went and got me a plastic garden chair. The tv wasn't on and kick off was upon us so I asked if he knew the gane was about to start and he abdrubtly said he knew so I sat my arse down and looked awkwardly round the room. Now this was about 2000 so over a decade before I owned a nice, convenient, distraction device like a smartphone, So I watched him look at his watch then switch the tv on, at the plug and we got the game. Half time came along and he walked over to the plug again and switched the whole lot off! 15 minutes later he got up and switched it all on, by this time I'd got him to go and get me three beers from his fridge out of the half dozen that I'd brought, he hadn't had any and I'd fucking had enough of waiting in silence to become another victim of a Yorkshire based serial killer so I thanked him for his hospitality and fucked off out on my own to watch the second half in Leeds high street.
As always when I got back the silly prick had locked the door from the inside (This would have been about 8pm) so I had to ring the bell, an actual metal bell for him to eventually come and turn the deadlock to let me in.
This was the end of the first week of me working up there and being plenty of places to stay I decided enough was enough and I'd check out first thing in the morning and find myself somewhere else to stop.
I appreciate I've gone the log way around doing this.
I was presented with a bill that included charges for electricity used whilst I was there (he heard me watch the tv in the morning getting ready for work) a charge for daily servicing of the room (What every hotel and b&b on the planet do as part of the charge) and a charge for, this is the gem. Night porterage for ringing the bell every night to get in after 6pm because he'd deadlocked the door and best of all. He charged me for the beers I'd bought because he'd put them in his fridge the cheeky fucker!
The night porterage charge was minute in case anyone cares. I told him not to be silly and that I wouldn't be paying all of that but paid for the room and breakfast.
He sent a small claims letter to my employers chasing a final payment of an unsettled bill from one of their finest for......
£3.53 and he'd itemized the lot! My boss at the time laughed his bollocks off and never let his counterpart in Yorkshire forget about it and how amazingly tight Yorkshiremen are. My boss told me to pay it and he'd give me 2 hours overtime gratis which I gladly accepted.
Phoned up to pay the old bastard by card.... Nope need to send a cheque!
He never did get his £3.53 and he sent some letters and I assume is still posting them to the address of the old yard which is now a housing estate and school
Oh how this brought back memories of my days working all over the uk in the 70's and 80's having to stay in B&B's before the likes of travelodge etc were invented lol
Bit of a shame in a way, a lot more character in B&Bs etc.
Must admit I like knowing a Premier Inn will be cheap and still be clean, have hot water, decent sheets etc though!
My BIL is the tightest fucker on the planet bar none - cannot stand the big nosed prick.
To avoid confusion this bloke is my wife’s brother!
The only saving grace he had was his missus, she was a real girl next door type who had a real natural sexiness about her, although she was quite shy and a touch conservative, but never the less a very fine looking young lady indeed which REALLY FUCKING PISSED ME OFF.
They got together when they were both 17 whilst working at a fast food place and each was the only person the other had been with.
He was earning a fucking fortune as a programmer - earning well into six figures and had over $150,000 in the bank - but he did not spend any of it and lived in a shitty house in an area full of pensioners and the unemployable.
Anyway, they were celebrating their 10th Anniversary and he decides he is going to ask her to marry him. Lucky her.
How does he stage this proposal to his true love? How does he frame the moment in which he asks the girl who has devoted herself to him for the last 10 years?
Here’s how - it’s un-fucking believable.
Firstly, he goes to a local chain store called Lowes, the UK equivalent would be something like Primark, and buys himself a new lounge suit for $50 fucking dollars on sale.
Secondly, he goes to Coles (like Tesco) and buys ingredients for a fucking HOME MADE ROAST DINNER.
Thirdly, he goes to the cheapest fucking chain store jeweller on the planet called Michael Hill - think Ratners, but much, much worse - and buys, wait for it, an engagement ring on sale for $100.
Fourthly, on the way home he comes round my house and asks my missus if we’ve got any champagne “he can borrow” because he’s going to pop the question and doesn’t have any of his own. She gives him a bottle. FFS.
So, later that night his missus puts her key in the front door and much to her puzzlement finds the big nosed fucking gimp greeting her at the front door wearing his $50 lounge suit - INCLUDING A FUCKING TIE - and brandishing my fucking champagne like he’s Frank Sinatra.
He takes her to the table where he has the fucking home made roast dinner already served up - no wine to be seen, naturally - where she must have been wondering what the fuck was going on before he finally pops the question and she - probably just to get the whole thing over with - said yes.
So, there you go folks, she puts in 10 years loyal service and get a fucking home made roast dinner and a $100 engagement ring for her troubles, fucking hells bells as the great Graham Taylor would have said.
Next episode: The honeymoon from hell.
to be honest, you just sound really, really jealous of his mrs.
My BIL is the tightest fucker on the planet bar none - cannot stand the big nosed prick.
The only saving grace he had was his missus, she was a real girl next door type who had a real natural sexiness about her
I can’t be the only one reading this scratching my head thinking “isn’t that your sister?”
Er, no. His brother in law is his wife's brother - and the brother had a wife. So relation at all. The thing I was going to ask was ..........would ya or even, did ya ??
On a slightly different topic & maybe should be a thread of its own..........tipping - and by this I specifically mean barbers / hair salons or whatever they're called nowdays. I still feel guilty if I don't tip the women at my local barbers but at £12 I feel this is a fair enough amount to pay. Am I a tight-wad not to tip them or is tipping barbers now old-fashioned. The establishment in question is owned by the lady & so its her business & she sets the prices. I don't mind tipping waiters/waitresses as they are on minimal wages & any tip I leave is commensurate with the service I feel they've given. Same goes for any pizza / fast food deliveries but for someone who's business it is I just think its now outdated.
Never had an issue with the round avoiders just as I never have and issue with the I got the last round in last time. if I want a drink I won't bother about whose round it is I'll just get one and ask anyone else if they want one.
I almost drew the line when a well known poster on here wanted a Kir (white wine and creme de cassis).
However, when a group come to settle a drinks bill at the end of the evening I absolutely hate the I only had this, he had a double, I only had one glass out of the bottle, I was on water brigade. You're out with a group of friends/colleagues just split the bill however many ways. I actually find it embarrassing.
This has happened I n the last two years with our Christmas meal at work. I've just handed over my credit card and said pay me back whatever when I see you next. Needless the say, only the same few have given me a donation (one was a bottle of Rum, so well happy) and a thank you, but most haven't even bothered with the latter. I wouldn't normally mind but it was £372 this year.
They probably think I claim it back on expenses - if only.
the only time i don't mind people not contributing is even recently went out for a meal with 2 other couples, one of them wasn't drinking and only had a main and a desert the rest of us had main starter and a couple of bottles of wine aswell as beers etc. so at the end of the meal we added hers up added service on top and then split the bill the other 5 of us.
Has no one ever used the phrase "It's your round, get them in"?
And @addickted we were in France and I bought you and @Imissthepeanutman a Kir each as you'd never had one before. Should have known it would be wasted on you.
PS who paid for the dodgems that night? Still makes me laugh.
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My wife's parents were seriously well off and quite free with their spending and not tight in any way with the exception of their tea bags. They had two saucers in the kitchen, one containing tea bags that had only been used once and another for ones used twice. If you used one for the first time, you were not allowed to squeeze it too hard so it held some flavour for the next cuppa. It was an absolute obsession for them.
Whenever the group went out for a meal, someone would add the bill up with the tip, divide it by the number of people and let everyone know what everyone had to pay. How it works with each and every one of you. Easy, everyone sticks their money in. Not quite. Everyone stuck their money in...apart from one. Every time. Its a bit of a long running joke now. He's much better now but it has gone on for years and not one of us had picked him up on it.
Anyway, back to current times, my brothers stag do. Went karting and he paid me late, not by a couple of days but by a month. Went out afterwards, it turns out he put no money in the whip and at the end of the night in the restaurant, someone mysteriously hadn't paid and to save a scene, one of my other mates covered it. Unfortunately, I was outside with my brother as was in a coma by that stage with his head between his knees struggling to stay concscious. It was only at the wedding did one of the other lads tell me what the score was with the whip and the restaurant. I was raging. Have since reimbursed my other friend.
Surely at the age of 41, people know how to behave?
It’s my wife’s brothers now ex-wife!
My mate had a Father-in-Law whose party trick was going to restaurants and having a slap-up meal - and then announcing to the waitress that he had lost his wallet and couldn’t pay.
I once saw him pull this trick off in a cafe I happened to be in and he could not give a toss, he ordered $60 worth of food and then called the waitress over and announced, “I have got a bit of a problem....”
Because he was a really well-spoken and well presented bloke people fell for it all the time!
Anyway, out one night in the London Bridge area, he'd bought nothing as usual. It was nearly midnight and we popped in Tesco Express in Borough High Street to buy a few bits and pieces, crap snacks etc as everyone had to head off/go their separate ways.
Another mate gathers all the items and says don't worry I'll get this. Suddenly Pete gets his wallet out. In shock I said with complete incredulity "You're not actually gonna buy something this evening are you Pete?!
"Fuck that, he can put the points on my Clubcard!"
One bloke used to come in early, sneak into the office cupboard for the prefilled cups for the machine and make himself a coffee w using that and the kettle. Either that or nick someone's granules if they'd bought in better stuff than the machine one for themselves.
Hadn't met the best man before, but he met us on the overnight ferry at Portsmouth with a few cans of Fosters so seemed a decent bloke.
We got there and while the fishers set up, me and a couple of the other non fishers offered to drive to the nearest supermarket to get some food for the week and a ton of stubby French beers, and split the cost. We head off, buy the supplies and get back, tell everyone it was €40 each or whatever, most stump up the cash - not the best man.
"You bought beers?" He says.
'Yes mate, plenty.'
"Well , I did bring those Fosters...."
'What?'
"If we're splitting the cost of beer...."
Now normally I've told him to stop being tight and give me the €40, but I didn't really know the guy and we all have to spend the week together, so said fine, & asked him for €30.
"I didn't bring many Euros." Says Tight Arse.
'How many have you got?'
"€20?"
'Mate, we've all chipped in €40. You got any pounds?'
"Yeah...."
'Right, give me your €20 and a tenner then and we'll call it even.'
Tight arse moans that pounds aren't the same as Euros, I asked for the same amount in pounds, to which he let's out a line now famous within our group of mates:
"What exchange rate are you using at the moment?"
I don't know mate, I'm not Thomas Cook! Ended up with €20 and a fiver I think.
Best bit? Found out that the groom had left the Fosters at his house a few weeks before.
Next day put my jeans on and discovered a pocket full of notes. I’d effectively done a runner with the whip without buying a single person a drink. Never been allowed near a whip since !
Must admit I like knowing a Premier Inn will be cheap and still be clean, have hot water, decent sheets etc though!
You know the sort. Happily join in a round, but conveniently go 'MIA' when it's their shout!
The shame of it! You know who you are!!
{Roun.da.phobic} Someone who is never there when their round comes around
We have an occasional one in our Friday drinking crew. On one particularly bad occasion one of my mates said to him -
“I don’t know what it is that you’re saving up for, but it mustn’t half be fucking good?!?”
....he didn’t bat an eyelid.
I almost drew the line when a well known poster on here wanted a Kir (white wine and creme de cassis).
However, when a group come to settle a drinks bill at the end of the evening I absolutely hate the I only had this, he had a double, I only had one glass out of the bottle, I was on water brigade. You're out with a group of friends/colleagues just split the bill however many ways. I actually find it embarrassing.
This has happened I n the last two years with our Christmas meal at work. I've just handed over my credit card and said pay me back whatever when I see you next. Needless the say, only the same few have given me a donation (one was a bottle of Rum, so well happy) and a thank you, but most haven't even bothered with the latter. I wouldn't normally mind but it was £372 this year.
They probably think I claim it back on expenses - if only.
And @addickted we were in France and I bought you and @Imissthepeanutman a Kir each as you'd never had one before. Should have known it would be wasted on you.
PS who paid for the dodgems that night? Still makes me laugh.