Abusing freebies
A friend of mine recently attended a 'Champaign Lunch', where he was compelled drink as much fizzy stuff as he could between the first and last courses. In an ideal world we'd ask restaurant staff to tell us stories about fatties stuffing themselves at All You Can Eat places, but we recognise that our members don't all work in the catering trade, so for the rest of you - tell us something about abusing freebies. BTW: Bee puns = you fail.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 14:16)
A friend of mine recently attended a 'Champaign Lunch', where he was compelled drink as much fizzy stuff as he could between the first and last courses. In an ideal world we'd ask restaurant staff to tell us stories about fatties stuffing themselves at All You Can Eat places, but we recognise that our members don't all work in the catering trade, so for the rest of you - tell us something about abusing freebies. BTW: Bee puns = you fail.
( , Thu 8 Nov 2007, 14:16)
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Many moons ago
I was the buyer for a chain of 6 or 7 computer stores based in the North West of England. We advertised far and wide and at the time was about the same size as Evilsham Psychos, who I ended up working for (but that matters not)
I was invited to a conference in Edinburgh to see their new software on demand (SOD - hmmm)system. This was basically a vending machine that produced copies of the latest Atari ST and Amiga software as and when customers wanted it.
Booked into the hotel and was informed that the entire cost of my stay would be met by the company organising the overnight stay.
To coin a phrase used by another B3tan "Result!"
Spent the afternoon emptying the mini bar.
Off to the presentation. Doze through that and then off to the buffet and after to the bar. Now this is back in the day when a guy in a suit, but who has dreadlocks and facial peircings was a tad unusual, but one of the salesmen decided I was cool and with me putting out for the new system he gives me his room number to charge my drinks to, and then retires.
I became to the focus of events for the rest of the night. We drank Heavy, we drank brandy, we drank anything we damn well felt like until a 3am there was two of us left slurring. Me and a fat gut (sic. meant guy) who ran one shop in some back water.
He offered to double my salary if I cut my dreads off because they "sent out the wrong signals". I told him I'd accept if he dropped 5 stone. He became abusive at this suggestion.
I met the salesman the next morning over a green faced breakfast, and admitted that we were unlikely to take the system on. He then admitted that he was unlikely to carry on working for the company because he thought the product was shite, but had given me his tab because it would nmake it look like he was working the customers. So double whammy abuse.
The trip home to Liverpool was uncomfortable. Length - click here
( , Wed 14 Nov 2007, 0:18, 2 replies)
I was the buyer for a chain of 6 or 7 computer stores based in the North West of England. We advertised far and wide and at the time was about the same size as Evilsham Psychos, who I ended up working for (but that matters not)
I was invited to a conference in Edinburgh to see their new software on demand (SOD - hmmm)system. This was basically a vending machine that produced copies of the latest Atari ST and Amiga software as and when customers wanted it.
Booked into the hotel and was informed that the entire cost of my stay would be met by the company organising the overnight stay.
To coin a phrase used by another B3tan "Result!"
Spent the afternoon emptying the mini bar.
Off to the presentation. Doze through that and then off to the buffet and after to the bar. Now this is back in the day when a guy in a suit, but who has dreadlocks and facial peircings was a tad unusual, but one of the salesmen decided I was cool and with me putting out for the new system he gives me his room number to charge my drinks to, and then retires.
I became to the focus of events for the rest of the night. We drank Heavy, we drank brandy, we drank anything we damn well felt like until a 3am there was two of us left slurring. Me and a fat gut (sic. meant guy) who ran one shop in some back water.
He offered to double my salary if I cut my dreads off because they "sent out the wrong signals". I told him I'd accept if he dropped 5 stone. He became abusive at this suggestion.
I met the salesman the next morning over a green faced breakfast, and admitted that we were unlikely to take the system on. He then admitted that he was unlikely to carry on working for the company because he thought the product was shite, but had given me his tab because it would nmake it look like he was working the customers. So double whammy abuse.
The trip home to Liverpool was uncomfortable. Length - click here
( , Wed 14 Nov 2007, 0:18, 2 replies)
Evilsham Psychos
Haven't they just gone tits up too?
And didn't the owner think he was James Bond or something..smanning around with his tuxedo, gadgets & sports cars?
( , Wed 14 Nov 2007, 9:37, closed)
Haven't they just gone tits up too?
And didn't the owner think he was James Bond or something..smanning around with his tuxedo, gadgets & sports cars?
( , Wed 14 Nov 2007, 9:37, closed)
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