too many changes

[SamScribble]

I used to have a favourite pub. The beer was good. The company was convivial. And the landlord was friendly (in a strange grumpy sort of way). It was a great place to pass an idle hour or two.

Then, over a period of about 18 months, almost everything about the place changed. And I walked into the pub one Tuesday evening about a year ago, and I thought: You know, Sam, this place isn’t what it used to be. So I turned around and walked back out again. And do you know what, I didn’t have to ask anyone’s permission. It was me who didn’t particularly like what it had become. And it was my decision not to go back. Pretty simple really.

 

[sr71plt]

Ah, but surely you picked up a pan and a spoon and beat it until everyone stopped talking and looked at you so you could tell them you were thinking of not coming to the pub anymore--and then waited around for them to beg you to stay.