Landlords Revenge.
We had exchanged contracts on a pub and one of the very near locals was making a nuisance of himself, in always insisting on a pint seconds before we called time and then taking up to an hour to finish it. The girls asked me to have a word because it was making us all late in clearing up, which I did and he refused to cooperate.
Having exchanged contracts I thought it was time to get the landlords revenge. I went down to the chemists and bought a bottle of senacot syrup (great for constipation). I then said to one of my staff when Fred comes in put a couple of drops in his beer and we will see how long it takes to work, then we can time it and with any luck we can get him running out at closing time.
I finally went down to the bar after time had been called and Fred was ranting that the barman had shouted time too early and he hadn’t got his last pint, I checked to see if anyone had put any senacot syrup in his beer, they hadn’t so I got a half pint glass put about a eighth of a glass of senacot syrup and filled it up with beer and gave it to him. He said he wanted a pint and I said the half was on me, he took a drink and said it’s a shandy, I said he was acting like a child he had a childs drink so drink up and go home, which he did.
He didn’t speak to me for three days and when I finally spoke to him, he said the beer had upset his stomach all night long, but he was not so keen to get a pint last thing at night after that. (SRE)