Excuse me, squire?…
I would ask as i approach the bar. The tall man stood opposite me would glare, make a slight grunt barely worth the natural effort to listen to, then say “you what?!”
Could you please tell me the names of you’re available beverages?
I would ask politely…
I could feel the bulbous nerve twinge on his forehead as he stared into my big brown eyes.
I was desperately trying not to burst out into a fit of hysterics, which would dangerously enable me to spit violently upon this big brutes hideous face…. when he replied “Of course ma’am” and handed me a menu.
Is it really that hard nowadays to wind people up… call me a bitch if you will, but sometimes there are certain people in this world who you just cant help but want to make them crack.
errrmmm… what can i say. i was in a cheeky mood.