Should One Flee a Flooding Bar?

I read an article this weekend, which described how due to torrential rains, the [tag]Mission Bar[/tag] on Glasgow’s south side in Glasgow flooded, and some customers had to be piggy-backed out by firefighters.

This bought a rather large smile to my face, as I wondered at the pub’s customer’s refusal to move until the water rose so high, they had to be rescued by firemen.

It also reminded me of an incident here in [tag]Lloret de Mar[/tag] in November 2001.

I was working for the Londoner group who apart from the [tag]Disco Londoner[/tag] own another four bars on either side of the Disco Londoner which is in the centre of the nightlife zone.

I was working the day shift, it was a miserable rainy November Sunday- the type of day you don’t really mind going to work, because the weather is so bad there is nothing else to do- and it is likely to be very quiet as it is just too gloomy for people to venture out of doors.

Well, I arrived quite wet, as did the two staff who were opening the pub next door, also belonging to the Londoner company. We opened the doors, and surprisingly customers began to enter- although there were very few people braving the weather, we were the only bars open (November is off-season and most businesses close for the winter months) so the customers probably were desperate for shelter and a beer to cheer them up.

Meanwhile, the rain was pouring down harder and harder, with no signs of letting up.

I looked out of the window and noticed something rather worrying…there was water edging it’s way up the main street; the [tag]Torito Bar[/tag] is just off ten meters of the main street down a side road.
The water was rising at quite an alarming speed- it seemed to be ebbing and flowing like the tide.
In no time at all, it was actually lapping at the doors- stupid thoughts go through one’s head- such as “Oh well, we will be OK, the doors are shut”, or “Well, it can’t come in here, we will get wet”.

Needless to say, the doors that did not even close exactly did not keep it out and mother nature did not care if we got wet.

At this point the customers fled- leaving us to- well to drown, I suppose.

The two staff from next door and myself were by this time knee deep in water, the Torito Bar is very small, and there were two industrial fridges, a beer cooler and various other appliances all connected to the mains and half submerged in water.

We decided it was time to shut shop and to flee.

 

 

 

 

 

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Heavy rain before the flood
    

 

 

 

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I took this from the entrance of the Torito
    

 

 

 

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The street began to flood…
    

 

 

 

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…And so did the pub
    

 

 

 

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It was early doors that day
    

 

 

 

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I left while I still could
    

 

It took days to clean the mess up- but my fondest memory is of my boss (who had been enjoying his Sunday lie in at the time) calling me a few hours later, in rather a bad mood as the water had subsided somewhat by then, and he wanted to know why we had shut.

Oh, they joys of working in the pub trade.

 

 

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