It's a fishmonger's life...
Sometimes I'm a bastard, but mostly I like a jolly good wheeze. In my fishmongering days, we had this lovely smelling stuff called D-Bac, an acholol based anti-bacterial liquid. Smells lovely but tasted quite, quite horrible.

The lads who'd work on a Saturday would invariably cut themselves, ranging from minor nicks to a steaking knife in the forehead (yes really). But on this day, the poor lad (or idiot) decided to cut his thumb. Very badly. Blood was in much abundance, as is its wont.

"It's alright lad, I have some stuff that will stop the bleeding", says I.

"Have some D-BAc".

I suppose that it was my own fault that I had to clean the blood from the walls and ceiling as the lad was shreiking around the counter, trying to shake the D-Bac off.....


Yes, yes, slightly tenuous I know, but it eased the boredom.
(CdrVimes, Sun 10 Aug 2008, 0:16, Reply)