I thought I'd seen the last word in crap bar staff and the "Who's next?" syndrome in this pub but bugger me today this happened:
Innocent drinker (me) enters pub and approaches bar, no bar staff to be seen, a bit later barmaid appears like the shopkeeper in Mr Benn and utters the cry "who's next?". As the only other people at the bar were a bloke drinking a lager (glass to mouth) and a kid sucking coke through a straw, I guessed it might possibly be me. Kinell!
Surely the only way this can be beaten is for me to enter an entirely empty pub and be asked the immortal question "who's next?"