We’re Closed And That’s Fine-al
A friend of mine owns a restaurant, which has not been easy during the past few years, as you can imagine. When the hard lockdowns fell and restaurants and bars could open again, there were some pretty rigid rules and very stiff fines.
One such rule was a curfew at 10:00 pm, and you’d better not break it because that fine was huge. Our president was actually hit with one and, to his credit, he paid it without questioning it and made a public apology for his misconduct.
As we were approaching 10:00 and people were ushered out of the restaurant, one person tried to come in.
Customer: “You open?”
Friend: “Nope, we’re closing. Curfew, 10:00 pm, no can do, sorry.”
Customer: “I just want a coffee.”
Friend: “Sorry, curfew.”
Customer: “C’mon, make an exception. I need one.”
Friend: “Sure, that will be €3,003.50.”
Customer: “What? Are you insane?”
Friend: “€3.50 for the coffee, and €3,000 for the fine I’ll have to pay for serving it. Take it or leave it.”
The man left — it and the restaurant.