Shake&Bake
Party Liaison
aka "Story of the Cheapskate"
Having a smoke on the balcony and a colleague told us about her last trip to the Spur at Cape Gate.
So everyone's having dinner, its a Monday night and they notice the couple a few booths away ordering the Double Burger special, but no drinks. But they did ask for glasses.
See where this is going?
My friend then sees, that positioned next to the lady in her booth, is her own 2L bottle of Fanta.
So throughout their meal, the lady is sneaking Fanta into the glasses, thinking that no one has seen.
My friend and her husband however had spotted them and had a good chuckle about it.
I think I'd have been very loud about it!
Another tale I now remember, shared to me by another friend:
Years ago, he had a mate. That would religiously go to various Spur's with a cockroach in hand.
Well, more like wrapped in some tissue paper.
This guy would invite friends and family with for dinner.
And then towards the end of the night, would toss the dead cockroach on his food. Or the kids' plate.
Call the waitress over, making a fuss and threatning to go to the papers and earning an Emmy during all of this - and then get a free meal for everyone and get vouchers.
This fscker was actually so smooth about it, that he would spread himself out all over the greater Cape Town area, not coming back to the same branch too often or to close to the last time he was there.
You got any good ones? Well good, freaky, disturbing, etc. You get the jist of it
Having a smoke on the balcony and a colleague told us about her last trip to the Spur at Cape Gate.
So everyone's having dinner, its a Monday night and they notice the couple a few booths away ordering the Double Burger special, but no drinks. But they did ask for glasses.
See where this is going?
My friend then sees, that positioned next to the lady in her booth, is her own 2L bottle of Fanta.
So throughout their meal, the lady is sneaking Fanta into the glasses, thinking that no one has seen.
My friend and her husband however had spotted them and had a good chuckle about it.
I think I'd have been very loud about it!
Another tale I now remember, shared to me by another friend:
Years ago, he had a mate. That would religiously go to various Spur's with a cockroach in hand.
Well, more like wrapped in some tissue paper.
This guy would invite friends and family with for dinner.
And then towards the end of the night, would toss the dead cockroach on his food. Or the kids' plate.
Call the waitress over, making a fuss and threatning to go to the papers and earning an Emmy during all of this - and then get a free meal for everyone and get vouchers.
This fscker was actually so smooth about it, that he would spread himself out all over the greater Cape Town area, not coming back to the same branch too often or to close to the last time he was there.
You got any good ones? Well good, freaky, disturbing, etc. You get the jist of it