Dropped down to the local last Saturday to watch the rugby – what a game?
Anyway, I asked for a Becks non-alcoholic. After rummaging around under the counter for a while, the young bartender eventually found a bottle and opened it for me. Obviously not used to serving this particular drink, she didn’t know the price and so asked to barman/owner.
Although I couldn’t hear the conversation, the body language indicated that she was both amazed and puzzled by what he was telling her. She apologetically informed me that this small bottle (275Ml) would cost me €3.60.
The same bottle cost just €1 in the local supermarket. Out of this €1, I presume, the distillery, Government and supermarket get their share. So how does the publican justify the extra €2.60? The answer is, of course, he doesn’t have to justify anything, he just picks a price out of the air – And the publicans are puzzled as to why more and more people are socialising at home.
In any case, I have been told that I was “lucky’ enough with the price, that some pubs are charging up to €4.20 for the same drink. I would be interested to hear if anyone else out there can beat that.
Perfect opportunity to say, “In that case, no thanks”, and teach them a lesson by walking off to leave them with their open, unsaleable bottle of overpriced cat piss.
I know it’s hard for we Irish types to take this kind of action, but I assure you that if you do it once, you’ll never go back.
We’re terrible at complaining to be sure…not that I’m complaining about that of course…
I’ve gotten a bit more forCeful in my whinging in recent years, and there is (undoutedly) a giddy thrill at telling someone to shove their “unsaleable bottle of overpriced cat piss” or whatever, up their arses.
Forgive the typo above (‘undoutedly’)…
I meant ‘undoubtedly’ of course (these things haunt me).