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My local pub, as much as I love them, just can't get the hang of 'no tomato'.
Although, they're not as bad as the other (teenybopper) pub nearby. I ordered a bourbon, so they gave me a bourbon and coke. It was busy, so I couldn't really complain.
So I asked for a bourbon on the rocks. They gave me a bourbon and coke.
So I asked for a bourbon, neat. They gave me a bourbon and coke. With ice.
I'd come down there in a bad mood (hence the whiskey), and it hadn't improved. So I asked for 'a bourbon. Just a bourbon, NO BLOODY COKE.' Sure enough, they bring me a bourbon and coke. I just refused to pay for that one.
On a happier note, I've finally trained my Subway that when I ask for a meatball sub with all three cheeses and extra bacon and extra olives, I mean it. And I get my extra, extra, extra olives (bloody black things, you can't taste them unless they're heaped on).
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