[Sliver]

Originally Posted by CliffFletcher

I had a memorable encounter with a waitress years ago when I was out for beer with my buddy and his dad, a bristling 60-something guy who grew up on the mean streets of Northern England.

Waitress puts down a 'pint' in front of my friend's dad.

"Miss, that is not a bloody pint!"

"Um, sorry, that's what we call a pint..."

"EXCUSE ME! What WE CALL a pint?! It's not a proper pint. A proper pint is 20 ounces. I don't care what you bloody well call a pint. That's not 20 ounces."

"Umm, sorry..."

"Take this back and bring me a proper pint, miss."

"I'm sorry, we don't have bigger glasses."

"You're a pub and you don't have proper pint glasses?"

Nervous laughter from waitress.

"Alright then, I'll pay you with WHAT I CALL dollars. They're 80 cents. So I'll pay you four dollars fifty for this pint you want five dollars seventy for."

And he was dead serious.

That's a total CaptainCrunch story.