Now, you know it’s not like me to be sexist. OK, so maybe occasionally, but this time it’s a valid point.
This weekend I went out in the Hollyoaks wannabe infested town of Chester. It was all very nice, filled with make-up clad women looking for footballers perhaps, but pleasant nonetheless.
However, after entering what seemed like the tenth bar (the actual number may have been far higher in truth) we found ourselves stood at the bar waiting to be served. It’s not like there was a queue, although there were others waiting, it’s just that no one was being served at all.
There were four barstaff, all women… yet they were all ignoring the customers. Why? What minor disaster had caused these women to completely forget the jobs they’d been paid for? Had someone found a copy of Heat magazine? Had George Clooney just wandered in?
No, these women were all cleaning. Two of them were sweeping up a glass that one of them had just dropped, and the other two were wiping the bar… thoroughly.
I’m all for a clean bar, I’m fine with women cleaning if it makes them happy, but when I, and several others, are stood at the bar and there are FOUR barstaff NOT serving; I draw the line.
That would not have happened had they been male.
So, barmen not barmaids!