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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You've got my number ... why don't you use it?
I work for a well-known high street mobile phone retailer. No, not those ones.
Anyway, a couple of years ago I sold this guy a new mobile and, after I'd explained all the ins and outs of his chosen handset, he left the shop a happy man. Until about a week later, when he storms back in, slams his shiny new phone down on the counter and starts laying into me with a venomous verbal assault.
"This f***ing phone isn't working!", "You f***ing twat, you delberately sold me a broken phone!", etc. I finally manage to calm him down and assure him that I don't get my kicks by deliberately flogging faulty merchandise to unsuspecting punters, and glean from him that the problem with said phone is that it won't receive any phonecalls.
So I pull his information from the computer, look up the phone number I'd assigned to him and give it a call. The phone springs into life, bleating out the theme from The Great Escape and steadily vibrating it's way across the desk toward my coffee cup. The bloke's astounded.
"How the f*** did you do that?", he asks. Turns out he'd forgotten to tell people his new phone number.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2005, 23:22, Reply)
I work for a well-known high street mobile phone retailer. No, not those ones.
Anyway, a couple of years ago I sold this guy a new mobile and, after I'd explained all the ins and outs of his chosen handset, he left the shop a happy man. Until about a week later, when he storms back in, slams his shiny new phone down on the counter and starts laying into me with a venomous verbal assault.
"This f***ing phone isn't working!", "You f***ing twat, you delberately sold me a broken phone!", etc. I finally manage to calm him down and assure him that I don't get my kicks by deliberately flogging faulty merchandise to unsuspecting punters, and glean from him that the problem with said phone is that it won't receive any phonecalls.
So I pull his information from the computer, look up the phone number I'd assigned to him and give it a call. The phone springs into life, bleating out the theme from The Great Escape and steadily vibrating it's way across the desk toward my coffee cup. The bloke's astounded.
"How the f*** did you do that?", he asks. Turns out he'd forgotten to tell people his new phone number.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2005, 23:22, Reply)
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