All 3 Legs in Mouth...
Back in 1999, I had the dubious pleasure of working in the Isle of Man on a 6-month secondment to a Bank over there.

I was becoming more than a little annoyed one particular day when my stationery kept getting swiped by all and sundry... This peaked in the afternoon when, having left my desk for 30 f*cking seconds, someone had taken my stapler - I stood up and shouted:

"Which thieving Gipsy bastard nicked my stapler?!"

Silence.

"I beg your pardon..?" came the reply from the girl sitting opposite me, who then proceeded to explain she was descended from a long line of Romany ancestry. It was then explained that the same was true for a large chunk of the population.

Half of me wanted the ground to open up beneath to avoid being cursed by a vole on a stick or something. The other half thought it served them right for being Pikeys. But I kept that quiet and left soon after.

Another one - not me:
A colleague on an IT helpdesk I worked at was getting increasingly annoyed with a particular customer who had the phone on speaker, and was barely audible due to a bad line. When she finally gave in and asked him to take the phone off speaker he replied that he couldn't, because he didn't have any arms.

Not much you can say to that really...
( B00gle-H00ps Looks like a horse, in a man costume..., Thu 22 Apr 2004, 15:44, Reply)