The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

Slowly the bar began to fill up with English speaking patrons. I sheepishly
looked around and saw mainly middle aged, beer bellied guys who sat at the bar
and flirted with the waitresses as the barman waited to take their order. After
flirting they made their way to the tables around me and sagged down into the
hard wooden chairs.
“Who’s playing?” One asked me.
“Man U and Spurs.” I said helpfully.
“Ha ha. No. Who is in the team?” A table of three chubby, unshaven guys
cracked different jokes between themselves about me.
I ran through the teams and subs and told them that fuck all had happened yet.
They asked what I was doing there, so I told them. I asked them the same
question. It seemed to me that they thought I was a mug. They ran through their
imaginary CV’s and I wondered who these jokers were. Telling me that they
were CEO’s or managing directors, I might have been young and I did feel
young amongst these dinosaurs but I wasn’t stupid.
At half time I grabbed another Guinness and returned to my Tetris knock-off.
The Masters of the Universe left me alone, thankfully. The second half was
about to kick off and I needed to answer nature because when she comes calling
you don’t want her to leave a message. I looked around but I couldn’t see a
toilet. I got out of my seat and walked around the bar. Still nothing.