I once worked at a travel agents
We had our own specialist coaches and our choice of customers was more diverse than you would meet at your usual travel agents, and as we were only a small firm I usually ended up booking the tours and driving the customers there myself if it was a busy time of year.

One day this bloke calls in who looked like Fred West and asks for a trip to get away from everything. After much stifled laughter at him and a quick call to the number he gave me it turned out he was right he was actually the soul of Fred West, Satan had given him a day out after Fred had spent the weekend helping Satan lay a new patio and water feature in his back garden. The only catch with this day release from the place of the damned was that West couldn't go anywhere too public in fear of being recognised.

After a quick chat with the devil about possible destinations, we eventually settled on a trip to one of the nearby unpopulated planets as there was noone there to recognise him. I arranged to pick Fred up from his home adress in hades in an hours time and went about fuelling up the coach myself.

Upon arriving at his pad to pick him up, West came out and decided to spark up a cigarette to smoke while en route. I pointed out to him that this journey was a non smoking one and had told him this before he booked the trip.

Fred wasnt too happy hearing that he had to wait until we got to our destination before enjoying a cancer stick and became very upset, uttering one profanity after another all the way through the journey. He did nothing but .........cuss to mars, from hell.

Ha! bet you thought that I was going to do the old "He really was a customer from hell" pun that has been used a couple of times already didn't you. Ok this isn't really any better but Meh........(Gets Coat)
(mon bison powered by magnets, Tue 9 Sep 2008, 16:13, Reply)