A large group of kids (nationality withheld, but you can guess- fat, pasty, loud mouthed and used to dollars... :o)) came and took over the front of the restaurant we were in last night and proceeded to have a grand old time. Then one of the group came up to pay the bill (we were nearby, watching the football and couldn't help but overhear) and insisted she wanted to only pay for her part of the bill.
The staff obliged, but then another turned up and demanded the same. The manager sent her back to the table and and the waitress followed. She must have spent half an hour trying to split the bill down for each of them, yet all we could hear from the table were comments about "hurrying up" as they had to leave quickly.
Excuse me? You're the misers who want to split the bill and what's wrong with lobbing in your share and paying it all off in one go? Who actually gets the waitress to calculate it down to the exact cent?
Horrible to watch such spoilt brats and cringe inducing to hear their ugly comments in this demure little town. Not impressed.
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