The one with the wedges

Setting: Work local of the past three years

Players:
Barmaid
Worker Bee
Various work buddies
Assorted spectators

Scene 1 One night after work 5.31pm

Worker Bee: Hello bar-lady may I have one pint of lager, one glass of chenin blanc and a bowl of your lovely lovely wedges please.

Barmaid: We don’t have any wedges.

Worker Bee: oh well, never mind the wedges then.

Scene 2 One work day lunchtime some time later 12.31pm

Worker Bee: I’ll have a glass of coke and some of your lovely lovely wedges please.

Barmaid: I told you last time we don’t do wedges.

Worker Bee: Oh I thought you meant you were out of them, you always used to have them.

Barmaid: No, we’ve never had them…

Worker bee (to self): yes you bloody have, how long have you been working here 5 minutes?

Scene 3 Two days later 5.31pm, outside work local

Worker Bee relates the tale of the wedges to a disinterested crowd. As she does so, a barmaid sashays past with a bowl of wedges in her hand….

Worker Bee: ??!!@*!@**

3 Comments to “The one with the wedges”

  1. Alright, usually I can figure out the American versions of things, but this one I’m stuck on: what’re wedges?

  2. like fries but chunky wedges of potato deep fried. http://www.wellandweb.co.uk/fastfood/pages/INGFMYSB0025.html

    it’s really not a huge deal, but you know when you get a craving for something and you’ve had a difficult week?

  3. Ahh, we have those. That’s actually what I was picturing, but no one calls them that here, that I know of…maybe as steak fries, some places.

    And no, I get the post, that would have driven me INSANE.

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