We went for lunch in this old pub in Appleton- Le-Moors earlier today. This yorkshire bloke in his late 50s turns up, all walking geared up, about 10 minutes after they've finished serving food, and asks if he can still get something to eat. The barman kindly says he'll ask the chef and the chef agrees they'll sort him out with some food after he fucking moans on about how he's been walking 20 miles etc.
This cunt sits at a table and five minutes later, without even turning his head to look at the bar, shouts seemingly to the whole bar, "Ready to order now!"
As it turns out there's no one at the bar, so the head shaking starts from this miserable twat. At this point, the barman walks back in and cunto pipes up, "I SAID I'm ready to order now!". Then when the barman goes over, before he's even had the chance to ask what the bloke wants, he tells him "I didn't expect to be sitting this long waiting to order!"
I couldn't fucking believe what I was hearing.