"Take a chair sir...
...and we'll deal with you as quickly as we can"

So he did.

And threw it through the plate glass window before storming out to his car, from which he produced an air rifle which he used to take pot shots at the staff until a nice police marksman shot him in the kneecap.

Another happy, happy day in the life of Reading Dole Office.

Of course, when we looked at his case file, we found that he would have got a lovely fat cheque to spend down Threshers if only he'd sat still like a good boy.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Mon 8 Sep 2008, 20:42, 3 replies)

Oh you lucky chap.
The most I ever had to contend with was clients pissing on the seats, or grinding their shit-caked trousers into the upholstery.

The joys of rural living...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Mon 8 Sep 2008, 23:23, closed)

And how much
did the fucking walking abortion get paid in compensation for that little 'kiss' from the police then?

Should have given the cunt a 'Brazilian'...
(UXB you said it man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 0:43, closed)

This was the 80s
so I doubt he got a penny.
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 11:52, closed)