
I like writing letters of complaint to companies containing the words "premier league muppetry", if only to give the poor office workers a good laugh on an otherwise dull day. Have you ever complained? Did it work?
( , Thu 2 Sep 2010, 13:16)
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Everyone in Guildford thinks the entire fucking world revolves around them. Case in point:
I worked for a small, independent interiors shop in Guildford.
Late one night as we had all cashed up and were walking towards the door to go home a woman strode very purposefully up to the door.
We opened the door and the woman said
'I want to buy something.'
'Well I'm sorry but we are closed now, we open tomorrow at nine.'
'Why won't you let me in, I know just what I want?'
'Because we are going home now.'
And off she stormed in a huff (or a minute and a huff I can't remember).
So the next day about 10 the same woman comes into the shop.
'Yesterday you had a mirror ball in the window, I would like to buy one please.'
'Well I'm sorry but we sold the last two this morning.'
'When will you be getting some more in?'
'I don't think we are, they were a special in for Christmas.'
'But I need one today, I tried to buy it last night but you wouldn't let me in.'
'No we were closed.'
'Well what am I going to do now?'
She stood there for a full ten minutes before realising that I couldn't pull one out of my arse.
See, everyone in Guildford is a cunt, I have thousands of stories like this.
Oh, and as for Ikea being overpriced and shit quality, if you can find me somewhere that is less money but better quality I will coincide that some people in Guildford might not be cunts.
( , Sat 4 Sep 2010, 15:38, Reply)
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