I have an home office
And for a period of almost 5 months, I would get a call from a disgruntled purchaser of some penile erectile tablets that he had purchased from me and had not been delivered. He would call every fortnight, and rant into my voice mail about how dissatisfied with the the serive he was (and by the nature of the purchase, he probably wasn't the only one).

Now, I'm in IT. I don't sell blue pills or their herbal equivalents. Never have, and probably never will. But it was a pleasure to see a call on my business line every other week, and I would listen to his rant, and amuse my friends and family by playing it for them.

He sounded quite an old chap (ha ha!), and although he left his name and number, I couldn't be arsed calling the sad fucker back. That is until...... The last call I ever got from him was a thank you, to say the pills had arrived, but there were no instructions as to how many to take.

At this point, I rang him back, had a pleasant chat, and advised him to take half the packet, give it twenty minutes, and if no pan handle take the other half.

Very irresponsible I know. He never called back. He either OD'd, or fucked himself to death, or hopefully went to get medical advice and stopped buying massive drugs on the internets.

Apologies for prolonged lack of length.
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Fri 3 Sep 2010, 16:34, 3 replies)

THAT WAS ME
I spent a week doing an impression of a petrol pump.

Thanks for reminding me, I need to get some more. Now, if only someone would email me offering discount Viagra . . .
( Not Pineapple anymore, Fri 3 Sep 2010, 16:39, closed)

Click
Involuntarily laughed at this.
(52486 office lolled on, Fri 3 Sep 2010, 17:55, closed)

Oh.....my......god.....
I thought my gran dying with a smile on her face was odd :D

*clicks*
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Sun 5 Sep 2010, 21:30, closed)