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When I worked at the bar came to our substantial kind of man...
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In the summer I worked as a bartender at one of the popular bars the Yalta. If we went seemingly decent client, and even with a lady, we have entered into the middle of the line "Ride" and cost 20 hryvnia. Usually gentlemen with their ladies did not detail the expense and not thoroughly checked.
But one day he came to us too meticulous man with a young companion, had long studied the bill, then walked over and asked in surprise:
— What do you mean this order? he asked, pointing a finger at the line "Ride".
To his question we could only helplessly shrug:
Well, not rolling.
The client had laughed, and then 50 UAH tip left.
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In the summer I worked as a bartender at one of the popular bars the Yalta. If we went seemingly decent client, and even with a lady, we have entered into the middle of the line "Ride" and cost 20 hryvnia. Usually gentlemen with their ladies did not detail the expense and not thoroughly checked.
But one day he came to us too meticulous man with a young companion, had long studied the bill, then walked over and asked in surprise:
— What do you mean this order? he asked, pointing a finger at the line "Ride".
To his question we could only helplessly shrug:
Well, not rolling.
The client had laughed, and then 50 UAH tip left.
via factroom.ru
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