A man goes into a pub, for a quiet pint and a ploughmans lunch, The only pub for miles, The barman, a surly fellow of antagonistic disposition asked, spose you want serving, The gentleman stated he would like a pint of beer and a ploughmans lunch, the barman said you people are a bloody nuciance, coming in here. anyway he grabbed the nearest glass, which was unwashed poured a pint into it, then proceededed to erect a ploughmans lunch wiping his nose on the back of his hand as he did so, the gentleman expressing his disgust, saying I'm not paying for that, Arguments started over payment, Just then the owner of the pub arrived, horrified he attempted to placate the traveller, fetching a clean glass and putting together a nice fresh and hygenic lunch. The Landlord and the traveller started up a conversation, The Landlord apologising saying he had already sacked the barman for his attitude but was forced by employment law to give him a weeks notice and let him work it.
The Gentleman responded I know, running a business can be soul destroying, when it comes to employing staff, I own a confectionary factory down on the coast, I don't spose you know anyone that wants to purchase 10,000 sticks of rock with kiss my arse printed down the middle.