The Foresters Arms, Doncaster

I arrived here with about 20 minutes until my train back to Sheffield. Luckily it wasn't busy; unfortunately the server was on the phone. When she saw me approaching the bar she turned her back on me and carried on talking. I wasn't listening, but couldn't help hearing little bits of a conversation about staffing and a dispute over a bill, so assumed it was her boss. When I was working, if I was talking to my boss and a customer wanted serving I would tell my boss I would call back in a few minutes. Not this one. She was still talking when I left the pub five minutes later.