Recently
at my Responsible Service Of Alcohol course... I hate these things. I
hate any form of structured learning. I'm just shit at it. Always
have been. I was shit at skool which is why I left at age 16. The
skool thing was a joke, by the way. I know how to spel.
So
anyway. Came to a point where we were told we had to role play.
Confrontation situation where a drunk customer wanted another drink
and the bar person had to refuse in the right way. I turned around to
my team of two travelers, banged my palm down on the table and said,
Giz a farking drink ya bastard.
The very
polite Indian guy who was, in my mind, playing the bar tender, looked
confused and asked my what I was doing.
Role
playing. Like we were told to do. You're the responsible bar tender,
I'm a drunk customer, and this French guy is the best man at my
buck's night, so you know, Give us some fucking drinks ya prick.
Another palm slapped down on the table. I was really getting into
this. The Indian guy and the French guy, not so much. They just
looked a bit confused.
I made
the Indian guy play his role. The French guy was just silent, but
that was okay because he was my best man and I was the belligerent
one who had to be dealt with. There was conversational noise going on
all around us. I looked around at the conclusion of our role playing
bit and realised that absolutely no one else had done the role
playing thing. They were just chatting. Even the instructor - who I
had been expecting to be wandering through the room and taking notes,
was just talking to a group about their travels.
I turned
back to my Indian bartender and my French best man. Shit, I said
sheepishly, sorry about that.
