Misunderstood
My other half rang a courier today to get a disc sent over to a client. The courier company asked what it was she was sending. "A computer disc", she said.
Half an hour later, 3 blokes in a van turned up. They looked a little disappointed to be handed a floppy disc: they were all prepared to shift a computer desk across London.
Have you been utterly misunderstood recently?
( , Thu 6 Oct 2005, 23:06)
My other half rang a courier today to get a disc sent over to a client. The courier company asked what it was she was sending. "A computer disc", she said.
Half an hour later, 3 blokes in a van turned up. They looked a little disappointed to be handed a floppy disc: they were all prepared to shift a computer desk across London.
Have you been utterly misunderstood recently?
( , Thu 6 Oct 2005, 23:06)
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Childhood innocence
Scene setting (I will do my best to be brief):
I live in Jersey...we hate Guernsey (our sister isle) and all of its inhabitants (think England-Scotland; England-Germany; Everyone-France and you get the picture).
Every year we have an Channel Island interinsular football tournament with Jersey and Guernsey habitually meeting in the final. This year the final was held in Guernsey. Along with a small but passionate group of supporters and my six year old we make the short trip o'er the water to the game. Our seats in the stadium were right alongside the most rabid home supporters. As passions rose so did terrace chants and, well, abuse.
As I pray that my lad doesn't pick up and repeat any of the amusingly colourful ditties, especially to Mrs RSRD_JSY, he starts to join in with some of my fellow supporters' witty slur "you fat bastard" aimed at the largest and most mentallly unstable skinhead in the Guernsey end. His crystal clear scream of "you fat pasta" manages to stun an entire end of some three to four hundred fans into silence. I didn't have the heart to either correct him or rebuke him for his hooligan tendencies.
I blame the parents!
( , Sun 9 Oct 2005, 19:27, Reply)
Scene setting (I will do my best to be brief):
I live in Jersey...we hate Guernsey (our sister isle) and all of its inhabitants (think England-Scotland; England-Germany; Everyone-France and you get the picture).
Every year we have an Channel Island interinsular football tournament with Jersey and Guernsey habitually meeting in the final. This year the final was held in Guernsey. Along with a small but passionate group of supporters and my six year old we make the short trip o'er the water to the game. Our seats in the stadium were right alongside the most rabid home supporters. As passions rose so did terrace chants and, well, abuse.
As I pray that my lad doesn't pick up and repeat any of the amusingly colourful ditties, especially to Mrs RSRD_JSY, he starts to join in with some of my fellow supporters' witty slur "you fat bastard" aimed at the largest and most mentallly unstable skinhead in the Guernsey end. His crystal clear scream of "you fat pasta" manages to stun an entire end of some three to four hundred fans into silence. I didn't have the heart to either correct him or rebuke him for his hooligan tendencies.
I blame the parents!
( , Sun 9 Oct 2005, 19:27, Reply)
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