Readers Stories Just Keep Movin A few years ago I worked as a service engineer for a well-known fruit machine company. One day I was in a pub cellar on my own, replacing records on a jukebox. The only people in the pub at the time were the landlord's daughter (who locked the pub door after I came into the pub) and myself. Whilst in the middle of changing records I became aware that I was not on my own in the cellar. I looked around and saw an old man stood in the doorway. It didn't frighten me as I was used to cellar men/landlords walking into cellars whilst I was working. This old chap looked a bit on the scruffy side and seemed to be dressed in "old fashioned clothing". Again this did not strike me as odd. Having met some of the idiots that I have in pubs you tend not to be surprised. I said hello and carried on with my job. When I got back upstairs I happened to mention to the landlords daughter what a strange and miserable chap the "new pot man" was. She asked me what I was talking about, so I told her about the old man. The colour drained out of her face. She assured me that they did not have a pot man and that she did the cellar work before I arrived and no one had come into the pub that day apart from herself and me. I got her to unlock the door and I got the hell out of there fast.
Stephen
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