Food sabotage
Some arse at work commands that you make them tea. How do you get revenge? You gob in it, of course...
How have you creatively sabotaged other people's food to get you own back? Just how petty were your reasons for doing it? Did they swallow?
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 15:31)
Some arse at work commands that you make them tea. How do you get revenge? You gob in it, of course...
How have you creatively sabotaged other people's food to get you own back? Just how petty were your reasons for doing it? Did they swallow?
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 15:31)
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Pan sabotage
Not strictly food but an item for preparing food.
My dad was a bit of a "see you next Tuesday". I remember one year as a kid he asked my mother what she wanted for her birthday. She jokingly said he might as well get her a new pan so she can cook his pasta in it (as women do).
He took her to her word (as men do) and on the morning of her birthday he presented a pan shaped present wrapped in happy birthday paper (and a thoughtful bow) and all hell broke loose.
He got her something else pretty sharpish but it was never forgotten (you know women and that)
Years later it turned out he hadn't just bought her a new pan after all, he had bought her a set of pans. Six in total, each slightly smaller than the next - they stacked into each other.
Eventually she calmed down and the time came for us to chuck the old pan (loose handle) and use "The new pan" instead.
Dad took great pride in saying it was a useful present after all and despatched the old one with the wonky handle to the bin. I think she might have taken a swing at him with it at some time during the proceedings.
Of course after two weeks "the new pan" was substituted (in the dead of night) for the next size down by my dad who had hidden the set in the loft.
Two more weeks later and the next smallest pan was taken down from the loft and replaced the previous. 3 months later she was down to the milk pan, insisting all along that it must be the heat shrinking the metal.
Of course this became a topic of intense discussion with everyone and anyone she knew even for years after. Quite frankly she's never been the same since (but that's men for you).
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 21:32, 6 replies)
Not strictly food but an item for preparing food.
My dad was a bit of a "see you next Tuesday". I remember one year as a kid he asked my mother what she wanted for her birthday. She jokingly said he might as well get her a new pan so she can cook his pasta in it (as women do).
He took her to her word (as men do) and on the morning of her birthday he presented a pan shaped present wrapped in happy birthday paper (and a thoughtful bow) and all hell broke loose.
He got her something else pretty sharpish but it was never forgotten (you know women and that)
Years later it turned out he hadn't just bought her a new pan after all, he had bought her a set of pans. Six in total, each slightly smaller than the next - they stacked into each other.
Eventually she calmed down and the time came for us to chuck the old pan (loose handle) and use "The new pan" instead.
Dad took great pride in saying it was a useful present after all and despatched the old one with the wonky handle to the bin. I think she might have taken a swing at him with it at some time during the proceedings.
Of course after two weeks "the new pan" was substituted (in the dead of night) for the next size down by my dad who had hidden the set in the loft.
Two more weeks later and the next smallest pan was taken down from the loft and replaced the previous. 3 months later she was down to the milk pan, insisting all along that it must be the heat shrinking the metal.
Of course this became a topic of intense discussion with everyone and anyone she knew even for years after. Quite frankly she's never been the same since (but that's men for you).
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 21:32, 6 replies)
Mother's Day
one year my father gave Mom a new handle for the splitting maul, reasoning that he would use it to split wood and keep her warm.
Mom did not twat him with it. To this day I don't know why.
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 21:50, closed)
one year my father gave Mom a new handle for the splitting maul, reasoning that he would use it to split wood and keep her warm.
Mom did not twat him with it. To this day I don't know why.
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 21:50, closed)
this
is quite brilliant - reminds me of The Twits :-) I shall have to try it on my other half one day, although his cooking skills are still at the 'vitamin c, where's my tea?' stage. it's a work in progress.
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 22:11, closed)
is quite brilliant - reminds me of The Twits :-) I shall have to try it on my other half one day, although his cooking skills are still at the 'vitamin c, where's my tea?' stage. it's a work in progress.
( , Thu 18 Sep 2008, 22:11, closed)
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