Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Ewell is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at The Greyhound, right? It’s on the High Street, and lemme tell ya, it’s always buzzing. But today? Today was somethin’ else.
First off, the weather was all over the place. One minute it’s sunny, next it’s pouring like the heavens opened up. Classic Ewell, am I right? I’m behind the bar, and this group of lads comes in, soaked to the bone. They’re laughin’ and shoutin’, “Get us pints, mate!” So, I pour ‘em a round of lagers. They’re chattin’ about the football match last night. Apparently, Ewell’s own team, Ewell FC, got smashed. Poor blokes. I mean, who doesn’t love a good kickabout, but c’mon, 5-0? Ouch.
Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. I mean, she’s fuming. Turns out, she just got into a row with her partner over on Ewell Court Avenue. She’s like, “I need a gin, and I need it now!” So, I whip up a gin and tonic, and she downs it like it’s water. I’m thinkin’, “Wow, lady, slow down!” But hey, I get it. We all have those days, right?
So, I’m tryin’ to keep the vibe up, but then this old bloke, Mr. Thompson, comes in. He’s a regular, always sits at the same spot by the window. He’s got stories for days. Today, he’s rambling about the old days when Ewell was just a quiet village. “You kids don’t know what it was like!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, but I’m not a kid!” But I love his stories. They’re like a history lesson with a pint.
Then, just as I’m thinkin’ it can’t get crazier, a couple of kids run in. They’re like, “We just saw a fox on the street!” I’m like, “A fox? In Ewell? You sure it wasn’t just a cat?” But they’re adamant. Apparently, it was on Ewell Road, just chillin’ like it owned the place. I can’t help but laugh. Only in Ewell, right?
But then, the mood shifts. This guy walks in, all shady-like. He’s got a hoodie up, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this bloke up to?” He orders a drink, but he’s acting all sketchy. I’m keepin’ an eye on him, ya know? Turns out, he’s just nervous about a date. I mean, c’mon, mate, lighten up! Ewell’s got charm, even if you’re meeting at The Bell.
As the night rolls on, I’m pouring drinks, chatting, and just trying to keep the peace. But then, the fire alarm goes off! I’m like, “Seriously? In the middle of a Friday night?” Everyone’s panicking, but I’m just standing there, pouring another pint. Priorities, right? Turns out, it was just a false alarm. Phew! But the chaos? Hilarious. People were spilling drinks everywhere.
Finally, as the night winds down, I’m cleaning up. The streets of Ewell are quiet now. I can hear the distant sound of the train from Ewell West station. It’s peaceful. I think about how this little town has its quirks. The mix of old and new, the pubs, the parks, and the people. It’s home, ya know?
So, yeah, today was a whirlwind. From football rants to fox sightings, and a fire alarm that nearly sent us all into a frenzy. Ewell, you never cease to amaze me. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!