Great Seller A++++
On Saturday I was on my way to the local post office when I noticed it looked a little strange about the post office building. For once there seemed to be a number of people crowded around the place, which is very strange for a sleepy village near Barnsley (Other than the day where the local unwashed come to collect their dole money anyway). It also seemed to be surrounded by a number of policemen and the blue and white police tape indicating a crime scene…ahh

Turned out that the place had been subjected to an armed robbery, details were pretty sparse but word seemed to have spread and the local gossip merchants were all hovering around looking to catch a snippet of info or even appear in the background of one of the photos that was to appear in the local paper (The photographer was there as I arrived).

As I surveyed the situation before making an about turn home I managed to witness the most stupid form of complaint from another local who I will refer to here as Dave. He was stood at the front of the shop yelling at one of the police trying to tie up an errant piece of tape that has broke free.

Dave: Why can’t you let me in I need to post this parcel

Plod: Sorry sir but I can’t help you I suggest you choose to go Athersley post office instead, it looks like this may take a while.

Dave: What, that’s no good for me, I need to post it today and can’t make it all the way to another post office, would you give me a lift there?

Plod: (Looking at Dave and hoping he is joking) Sorry sir but this is a pretty major incident and requires our attention.

Dave: WHO CARES ABOUT SOME STUPID SODDING HOLD UP I’VE ALREADY CLICKED THE POSTED ICON AND I NEED TO KEEP MY REPUTATION OF 100% POSITIVE FEEDBACK.

Plod: Calm down sir if you send them a message or something they should understand the situ....(Dave interrupts)

Dave: NO NO NO I REFUSE TO SULLY MY GOOD EBAY NAME, I DEMAND THAT YOU EITHER LET ME IN TO POST IT OR A LOWER RANKING OFFICER TAKES ME TO THE POST OFFICE IN ATHERSLEY, YOUR WAGES ARE PAID BY MY TAXES GODS SAKE.

Plod: Ok sunshine I have had enough, I suggest you leave now and I will not take this any further, if you wish to continue then I will have to escort you to a car and transport you to Barnsley police station where you and your precious little parcel will be detained for a while in the cells.

Dave: RIGHT THAT’S IT I’M GOING BUT THIS ISNT OVER I HAVE YOUR BADGE NUMBER AND I AM GOING TO WRITE A LETTER OF COMPLAINT TO YOUR COMMANDING OFFICER REGARDING THIS.

At that point I made a mental note to get off my ass and write a letter myself commending the officer’s work as I don’t thibnk I could have been as patient with the scumbag.

Apologies for length but it is my first entry in a while.
(mon bison powered by magnets, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 14:28, 3 replies)

yey
some eBay sellers are cocks....although that reminds me of a pearoast :D
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 14:48, closed)

And did you?
I've made a number of mental notes to write a thank you or well done, but only follow through on about half of them... rubbish of me.
( Fronds are waving gently on, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 15:19, closed)

aah
Will admit that it is still in my to do pile due to a pretty hectic weekend (2 birthdays and a party involving a drunken wife dressed as a rubix cube. I am going to do it though as I believe that the copper deserved a sodding medal.
(mon bison powered by magnets, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 15:48, closed)