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They should've just given the assistant the afternoon off, after taking his version of events, and issued a bland apology.
If Tommy Robinson took his story to the press he would've looked like a massive cry-baby.
If the assistant was in the wrong send a letter and a voucher, don't immediately start shelling out three-course dinners.
Nobody's come out of this looking good (though I am enjoying the car-crash of the Selfridges FB page).
The day got worse for Robinson when he was later ejected from a Milton Keynes casino because, he believes, he is the EDL leader. 'He told the Guardian it is a pattern repeated in clubs and pubs in his hometown of Luton where proprietors fear his presence will attract trouble.'
Stupid crybaby cunt.
True, but he didn't refuse to serve you because you are white. He refused to serve because you are a prick.
A subtle but important difference.
It's one of those awful attempts at offering a reverse comparison that's nothing like the equivalent of the situation in question. Maybe if the Muslim in question was the leader of a racist organisation, yeah.
Paul, 40, said: “Truth be told, I didn’t even know what Selfridges was when we came up with the name.
and then hated myself for it.
Fair play to this chap for having balls.
"By way of apology, the store laid on a three-course meal for Robinson and his friend in its Hix restaurant, champagne and caviar bar, which included £25 portions of char-grilled sirloin steak and chips, and chocolate cake and ice-cream."
Oh God, talk about a golden opportunity.
you can imagine the suspension is just standard policy but if selfridges lays on a three-course meal for everyone who complains about bad customer service... well, i'm off to selfridges with my best obnoxious customer voice
for satirical purposes, of course.
I'm not encouraging anything, GCHQ
But also, fair enough selfies
ME: Hi welcome to Selfridges how can we help you
EDL MAN: I'd like this box of American cereals. I am in the EDL
ME: Nah shut up mate
EDL MAN: Hey but I want the American cereals
EDL MAN: If I was a Muslim you wouldn't be doing this
EDL MAN: No far no fair
EDL MAN: I'm getting your manager
MANAGER: HEY HEY WHATS THE POBLEM OOOOHH IS IT A BIGGIE
EDL MAN: He wont serve me I am in the EDL I am
MANAGER: Nah shut up mate
EDL MANS FRIEND: I'd like this box of American cereals. My mate is king of the EDL
ME: Really? You're friends well a dickhead
EDL MANS FRIEND: We all bully him all the time
ME: Haha cool like how
EDL MANS FRIEND: Like we push him off cliffs and that and call him Chinese
ME: Lol thats wel funny
EDL MANS FRIEND: Yeah you should join us sometime
ME: Oh cool where dyou hepcats hang out
EDL MANS FRIEND: At the EDL Clubhouse
ME: But I thought
EDL MANS FRIEND: Oh no I only take the piss out of him because I RESPECT HIM AND HE IS THE GREATEST OF ALL THE LAND HE IS MEIN FUHRER
ME: Oh I have been trick'ed and betray'ed
EDL MANS FRIEND: Like we have by multiculturalism
ME: (looking to camera) I knew he'd mention that!
EDL MANS FRIEND: You fool, there is no camera in this medium of forum post you dunce
ME: Shut up mate if I was a Muslim you wouldn't be complaining about my mistake. Just cause I'm a white mate
EDL MANS FRIEND: No. But. Ah. No. But. Logic conundrum logic aahgh what is. THIS. FEELS?! Ow my BRIAN IS ACHe. What WHy HOW WHEn? shhhhhhheeeepppppppp
(EDL MANS FRIEND vapourises)
MANAGER: I'm well suspending you
ME: Aw come on
MANAGER: You know them rules. Vapourising customers is against company police
ME: Fair dues mate. See ya round
MANAGER: NO WORRIES MATE
MANAGER: Frickin MAAATTTTEEE
ME: haha ledge
When I was at Uni in Northampton (yes, don't start), it was pretty common for St George's Day to be a time for all the local skinheads to go on a massive pub crawl and generally smash the shit out of the town. They arrive en masse into the pub I worked in, the manager fucked off downstairs and I was left on the bar alone faced with a group of about twenty slapheads. All I could do was rush round the back, crank up the Celine Dion cd, wander back out and cheerily, if a little camply in retrospect, say "what can I get you, lads?". They muttered something about it being dead and shuffled out, looking a bit deflated.
record everything on his camera phone?
I wouldn't serve him or any of his mates.