A young lady customer came for three pints.
I: “How many are male drinkers, how many female?”
She: “Two male, one female — me.”
I: “I’ll give the men the jugs, and you the tall elegant glass then.”
She: “No, let’s do it the other way round!”
I: “You've wrong-footed me! That’ll teach me to be so sexist!”
We had a good giggle over that. I’ve been telling other customers this tale since.
(London, 2019)
