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
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chthonic, Thu 5 Sep 2013, 17:33)
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Just remembered another one...A mate of mine from school got himself a part-time job as a cleaner at the local Wimpy.
He used to go in at about 9 o'clock when they'd closed, mop the floors, clean the toilets, wipe the tables down and then leave. Sometimes there'd be another chap there, he was like an odd-job man. And in fact, he was a very odd odd-job man. He'd wander round the place, muttering to himself and looking shifty. If you spoke to him he'd answer, but it sounded very much like Charlie from the "Charlie says" adverts.
Anyway, one evening my mate is cleaning the place, he goes in the gents toilets and there is the odd-job guy, having a wank at one of the urinals, making a noise like he's recording the soundtrack for the world's most over-the-top porn film.
My mate backed quietly out of the door, eyes like saucers, and tries desperately to this day to forget what he saw.
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skullfunkerry In case of implosion do not look into implosion, Wed 11 Sep 2013, 9:48,
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