I had a good talk with the pub landlord yesterday, and I am delighted that he listened to me. Of course I know that he has a business to run. I explained properly how I am affected by the cunt's behaviour. I also explained that his behaviour upsets my brother. He is like I was at his age. He puts up with everything because he doesn't know how to get away from the situation. The landlord accepted that regular customers were being upset by his behaviour, and that new customers never came back after he had got at them. I am so fucking happy that I was listened to and heard. It's not just me after all. I'm not going mad.
No comments:
Post a Comment