Complaining
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)
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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Mast problems
My grandad lived in a council bungalow that was just over the road from the council housing department offices. He would regularly be up there complaining about noise, or neighbours or his blocked toilet or whatever else had irritated him that day. One morning he noticed that there was a new mobile phone mast on the council offices and when he got home and put his feet up the bbc 2 reception on his television which had been perfect was now more snowy than a trip up Mount Everest. So he went over to complain. He sat and awaited his turn and was as polite as he could be about how this bloody aerial had ruined his bloody television and what where they going to bloody do about it. No one had told him about this bloody aerial being put up and it was a bloody disgrace how the council bloody carried on. (Can you guess his favorite swear word?) So the send over an engineer and someone from Orange or whatever company it is to try and sort this out . They spend a day looking at the TV and his aerial and the mast on the office building probably costing a fortune in terms of manpower, but at the end of the day there is no improvement in the television picture. Having spent half the day camped out in the housing departments reception area Grandad goes home.
That night Grandad sits down to watch something on BBC 1 and when it finishes the annoucer says "and apologies to views in our Anglia region who have suffered problems with the reception on BBC2 today. This has been due to transmitter works."
( , Mon 6 Sep 2010, 12:28, 4 replies)
My grandad lived in a council bungalow that was just over the road from the council housing department offices. He would regularly be up there complaining about noise, or neighbours or his blocked toilet or whatever else had irritated him that day. One morning he noticed that there was a new mobile phone mast on the council offices and when he got home and put his feet up the bbc 2 reception on his television which had been perfect was now more snowy than a trip up Mount Everest. So he went over to complain. He sat and awaited his turn and was as polite as he could be about how this bloody aerial had ruined his bloody television and what where they going to bloody do about it. No one had told him about this bloody aerial being put up and it was a bloody disgrace how the council bloody carried on. (Can you guess his favorite swear word?) So the send over an engineer and someone from Orange or whatever company it is to try and sort this out . They spend a day looking at the TV and his aerial and the mast on the office building probably costing a fortune in terms of manpower, but at the end of the day there is no improvement in the television picture. Having spent half the day camped out in the housing departments reception area Grandad goes home.
That night Grandad sits down to watch something on BBC 1 and when it finishes the annoucer says "and apologies to views in our Anglia region who have suffered problems with the reception on BBC2 today. This has been due to transmitter works."
( , Mon 6 Sep 2010, 12:28, 4 replies)
That reminds me of the time
my Granddad woke in the early hours suffering from the classic crushing chest pains of a major heart attack. He did a massive burp as he was loaded into the ambulance and the pain went away instantly.
( , Mon 6 Sep 2010, 13:41, closed)
my Granddad woke in the early hours suffering from the classic crushing chest pains of a major heart attack. He did a massive burp as he was loaded into the ambulance and the pain went away instantly.
( , Mon 6 Sep 2010, 13:41, closed)
Must have similar granddads (are you my brother)
He once got into an arguement in town. Someone with the same name had died in the paper and there was an obituary that was so vague he kept having people calling him up. Couple of days later some woman came up to him in the street and told him he was dead.
( , Mon 6 Sep 2010, 14:03, closed)
He once got into an arguement in town. Someone with the same name had died in the paper and there was an obituary that was so vague he kept having people calling him up. Couple of days later some woman came up to him in the street and told him he was dead.
( , Mon 6 Sep 2010, 14:03, closed)
Ambulance people are top.
They'd rather you call and burp in the back of the van than not call and die.
( , Mon 6 Sep 2010, 14:37, closed)
They'd rather you call and burp in the back of the van than not call and die.
( , Mon 6 Sep 2010, 14:37, closed)
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