Lurid Work Stories
"I know a railwayman of 40-odd years' service," says Juan Quar, "and he tells me a new gruesome yarn each time we meet. Last week's was of checking the time on the wristwatch of a severed arm he'd just collected after a track fatality."
Tell us the horrible stories you tease the new hires with, or that you've been told.
NB By definition, these are probably all made up. Roll with it
( , Thu 5 Sep 2013, 17:33)
"I know a railwayman of 40-odd years' service," says Juan Quar, "and he tells me a new gruesome yarn each time we meet. Last week's was of checking the time on the wristwatch of a severed arm he'd just collected after a track fatality."
Tell us the horrible stories you tease the new hires with, or that you've been told.
NB By definition, these are probably all made up. Roll with it
( , Thu 5 Sep 2013, 17:33)
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Bin O' Panties
Way, way back in the day, I was a part-time janitor in a women's clothing store. Inventory Day came, and I was given the job of counting all the panties in the "Bin O' Panties".
At first, it was delightful fun, but after an hour, I realized I had basically made no progress. So, I began counting handfuls of panties - about ten panties per grab.
Hours later, little progress. Panties compact small, so removing the weight of panties from the bin just allowed the others below to expand into their place. No one had any earthly idea how many panties were in the bin.
My memory is that I never finished. No one had ever succeeded in completely-counting the panties, and I just joined their number.
( , Thu 5 Sep 2013, 21:13, 5 replies)
Way, way back in the day, I was a part-time janitor in a women's clothing store. Inventory Day came, and I was given the job of counting all the panties in the "Bin O' Panties".
At first, it was delightful fun, but after an hour, I realized I had basically made no progress. So, I began counting handfuls of panties - about ten panties per grab.
Hours later, little progress. Panties compact small, so removing the weight of panties from the bin just allowed the others below to expand into their place. No one had any earthly idea how many panties were in the bin.
My memory is that I never finished. No one had ever succeeded in completely-counting the panties, and I just joined their number.
( , Thu 5 Sep 2013, 21:13, 5 replies)
Maybe they were soiled,
and Perv with a dog is really a perv with OCD?
( , Thu 5 Sep 2013, 22:15, closed)
and Perv with a dog is really a perv with OCD?
( , Thu 5 Sep 2013, 22:15, closed)
It was the way they used to handle them
They do things differently now.
( , Thu 5 Sep 2013, 22:21, closed)
They do things differently now.
( , Thu 5 Sep 2013, 22:21, closed)
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