Do You Get Nervous In A Kebab Shop?
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I don't go in drunk that would only make things worse, though I do strangely feel drunk and stupid upon entering so I try to speak clearly so they understand what I'm ordering and can see that I'm sober.
I always get shish and donner and the turny thing and the fresh meat on skewer things mixed up and suddenly I feel like I'm in a bad dream and I'm trying to explain what I want and it's like there are a lot of swarthy looking Turkish or Iranian men all who have just come out of prison looking at me and its like they all hate me. They think I'm taking the piss and its always the roughest looking one who starts shouting suggestions to me as to what I want and all the others stop work and are looking at me and I can see them talking to each other about me and then I'm aware of all the knives they are holding. Before you know what I am just agreeing to what they are suggesting because clearly they think I'm another drunk English idiot or maybe on drugs and I'm getting a burger (which I think they are undercooking on purpose because they hate me) when I actually wanted a simple shish lamb donner kebab but freshly made and not on that big turny-around thing and I wanted crispy chips like just cook them longer till they float on top but Ahmed didn't understand and looked at me like I was a t
t when I tried to explain so I gave up and just had the undercooked burger with soggy chips.
When I thanked them all profusely for serving me with food I didn't want because I didn't want them to think bad of me I just know that as I walked to wards the exit they were all talking about me and bad mouthing me and I can never return.
I've run out of kebab shops and am having to travel further to find one.
Anyone else?
I always get shish and donner and the turny thing and the fresh meat on skewer things mixed up and suddenly I feel like I'm in a bad dream and I'm trying to explain what I want and it's like there are a lot of swarthy looking Turkish or Iranian men all who have just come out of prison looking at me and its like they all hate me. They think I'm taking the piss and its always the roughest looking one who starts shouting suggestions to me as to what I want and all the others stop work and are looking at me and I can see them talking to each other about me and then I'm aware of all the knives they are holding. Before you know what I am just agreeing to what they are suggesting because clearly they think I'm another drunk English idiot or maybe on drugs and I'm getting a burger (which I think they are undercooking on purpose because they hate me) when I actually wanted a simple shish lamb donner kebab but freshly made and not on that big turny-around thing and I wanted crispy chips like just cook them longer till they float on top but Ahmed didn't understand and looked at me like I was a t
t when I tried to explain so I gave up and just had the undercooked burger with soggy chips.When I thanked them all profusely for serving me with food I didn't want because I didn't want them to think bad of me I just know that as I walked to wards the exit they were all talking about me and bad mouthing me and I can never return.
I've run out of kebab shops and am having to travel further to find one.
Anyone else?
as400 said:
I don't go in drunk that would only make things worse, though I do strangely feel drunk and stupid upon entering so I try to speak clearly so they understand what I'm ordering and can see that I'm sober.
I always get shish and donner and the turny thing and the fresh meat on skewer things mixed up and suddenly I feel like I'm in a bad dream and I'm trying to explain what I want and it's like there are a lot of swarthy looking Turkish or Iranian men all who have just come out of prison looking at me and its like they all hate me. They think I'm taking the piss and its always the roughest looking one who starts shouting suggestions to me as to what I want and all the others stop work and are looking at me and I can see them talking to each other about me and then I'm aware of all the knives they are holding. Before you know what I am just agreeing to what they are suggesting because clearly they think I'm another drunk English idiot or maybe on drugs and I'm getting a burger (which I think they are undercooking on purpose because they hate me) when I actually wanted a simple shish lamb donner kebab but freshly made and not on that big turny-around thing and I wanted crispy chips like just cook them longer till they float on top but Ahmed didn't understand and looked at me like I was a t
t when I tried to explain so I gave up and just had the undercooked burger with soggy chips.
When I thanked them all profusely for serving me with food I didn't want because I didn't want them to think bad of me I just know that as I walked to wards the exit they were all talking about me and bad mouthing me and I can never return.
I've run out of kebab shops and am having to travel further to find one.
Anyone else?
This is a very upper class problemI always get shish and donner and the turny thing and the fresh meat on skewer things mixed up and suddenly I feel like I'm in a bad dream and I'm trying to explain what I want and it's like there are a lot of swarthy looking Turkish or Iranian men all who have just come out of prison looking at me and its like they all hate me. They think I'm taking the piss and its always the roughest looking one who starts shouting suggestions to me as to what I want and all the others stop work and are looking at me and I can see them talking to each other about me and then I'm aware of all the knives they are holding. Before you know what I am just agreeing to what they are suggesting because clearly they think I'm another drunk English idiot or maybe on drugs and I'm getting a burger (which I think they are undercooking on purpose because they hate me) when I actually wanted a simple shish lamb donner kebab but freshly made and not on that big turny-around thing and I wanted crispy chips like just cook them longer till they float on top but Ahmed didn't understand and looked at me like I was a t
t when I tried to explain so I gave up and just had the undercooked burger with soggy chips.When I thanked them all profusely for serving me with food I didn't want because I didn't want them to think bad of me I just know that as I walked to wards the exit they were all talking about me and bad mouthing me and I can never return.
I've run out of kebab shops and am having to travel further to find one.
Anyone else?
cml24 said:
matrignano said:
This has got to be a troll!
Also the nasty Turkish men might not try to kill if you bothered googling the dishes you want and learning their names, rather than calling them turny skewer things etc.
Surely a troll, who gets scared ordering fast food?Also the nasty Turkish men might not try to kill if you bothered googling the dishes you want and learning their names, rather than calling them turny skewer things etc.
I HATE the term but if no troll this is extreme snowflake-ery
Always a trail of spew and blood outside a good kebab shop, usually a broken window as an Hors d’oeuvre.
My local used to be called Bunnies, one night I got a good thumping, but still managed to keep hold of my kebab but was unable to eat the pitta bread as I think my front teeth were wobbly and my jaw was a little sore.
Kebab shop phobia does exist, I’ve avoided them at kicking out time ever since.
My local used to be called Bunnies, one night I got a good thumping, but still managed to keep hold of my kebab but was unable to eat the pitta bread as I think my front teeth were wobbly and my jaw was a little sore.
Kebab shop phobia does exist, I’ve avoided them at kicking out time ever since.
as400 said:
I don't go in drunk that would only make things worse, though I do strangely feel drunk and stupid upon entering so I try to speak clearly so they understand what I'm ordering and can see that I'm sober.
I always get shish and donner and the turny thing and the fresh meat on skewer things mixed up and suddenly I feel like I'm in a bad dream and I'm trying to explain what I want and it's like there are a lot of swarthy looking Turkish or Iranian men all who have just come out of prison looking at me and its like they all hate me. They think I'm taking the piss and its always the roughest looking one who starts shouting suggestions to me as to what I want and all the others stop work and are looking at me and I can see them talking to each other about me and then I'm aware of all the knives they are holding. Before you know what I am just agreeing to what they are suggesting because clearly they think I'm another drunk English idiot or maybe on drugs and I'm getting a burger (which I think they are undercooking on purpose because they hate me) when I actually wanted a simple shish lamb donner kebab but freshly made and not on that big turny-around thing and I wanted crispy chips like just cook them longer till they float on top but Ahmed didn't understand and looked at me like I was a t
t when I tried to explain so I gave up and just had the undercooked burger with soggy chips.
When I thanked them all profusely for serving me with food I didn't want because I didn't want them to think bad of me I just know that as I walked to wards the exit they were all talking about me and bad mouthing me and I can never return.
I've run out of kebab shops and am having to travel further to find one.
Anyone else?
Maybe they're looking at you like a retard because you are acting like one I always get shish and donner and the turny thing and the fresh meat on skewer things mixed up and suddenly I feel like I'm in a bad dream and I'm trying to explain what I want and it's like there are a lot of swarthy looking Turkish or Iranian men all who have just come out of prison looking at me and its like they all hate me. They think I'm taking the piss and its always the roughest looking one who starts shouting suggestions to me as to what I want and all the others stop work and are looking at me and I can see them talking to each other about me and then I'm aware of all the knives they are holding. Before you know what I am just agreeing to what they are suggesting because clearly they think I'm another drunk English idiot or maybe on drugs and I'm getting a burger (which I think they are undercooking on purpose because they hate me) when I actually wanted a simple shish lamb donner kebab but freshly made and not on that big turny-around thing and I wanted crispy chips like just cook them longer till they float on top but Ahmed didn't understand and looked at me like I was a t
t when I tried to explain so I gave up and just had the undercooked burger with soggy chips.When I thanked them all profusely for serving me with food I didn't want because I didn't want them to think bad of me I just know that as I walked to wards the exit they were all talking about me and bad mouthing me and I can never return.
I've run out of kebab shops and am having to travel further to find one.
Anyone else?
Wtf is a shish lamb donor.
There is a lamb shish which is lamb chunks on a skewer cooked over coals.
There is lamb doner which is formed meat on a massive skewer that turns around as it is cooked.
Now you can have both of them at the same time but if you ask for donor fresh but don't want it off the skewer then you ain't getting it fresh
Ever thought to write it down on paper and passing it him?
There was a cafe local to my work which employed a young lad with learning difficulties who would often take customer orders when they were busy despite his struggles. I was always patient with, and encouraged him, but eventually it was clear that it was much easier and less stressful for him just to be passed an order on paper as it didn’t rush or overwhelm him.
Now I’m not trying to compare your kebab shop staff to someone with special needs, my point is that if you write it down it can help both you communicate what you want without worry, and for them to be clear and unoffended.
There was a cafe local to my work which employed a young lad with learning difficulties who would often take customer orders when they were busy despite his struggles. I was always patient with, and encouraged him, but eventually it was clear that it was much easier and less stressful for him just to be passed an order on paper as it didn’t rush or overwhelm him.
Now I’m not trying to compare your kebab shop staff to someone with special needs, my point is that if you write it down it can help both you communicate what you want without worry, and for them to be clear and unoffended.
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