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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That'll teach me to be a smartarse!
I walked in half way through a conversation between my old boss and my team, and heard him say...'And then he made this groaning noise', to which, thinking he was telling a joke, I loudly volunteered 'Norm! Did he go 'Aaaaaaaarrrrrrgghhhhhhhhh!!!!!''.
Not a titter. So, ever the persistent smartarse, I volunteered in an even louder voice 'Norm! Norm! Did he go 'Aaaaaaaaeeeeeerrrrrruuuugggggghhh' ?'
It was at this point that I was made victim of a 'running crutch hold' by a colleague, and escorted from the room.
Having protested at the misuse of my scrotal area, I was informed by my colleague that my boss, Norm, was recounting the story of how, the night before, his best friend had had a heart attack and died in his living room.
There is never a hole in the ground when you need one.......
Length in proportion to my Superman physique.
( , Wed 12 Oct 2005, 19:34, Reply)
I walked in half way through a conversation between my old boss and my team, and heard him say...'And then he made this groaning noise', to which, thinking he was telling a joke, I loudly volunteered 'Norm! Did he go 'Aaaaaaaarrrrrrgghhhhhhhhh!!!!!''.
Not a titter. So, ever the persistent smartarse, I volunteered in an even louder voice 'Norm! Norm! Did he go 'Aaaaaaaaeeeeeerrrrrruuuugggggghhh' ?'
It was at this point that I was made victim of a 'running crutch hold' by a colleague, and escorted from the room.
Having protested at the misuse of my scrotal area, I was informed by my colleague that my boss, Norm, was recounting the story of how, the night before, his best friend had had a heart attack and died in his living room.
There is never a hole in the ground when you need one.......
Length in proportion to my Superman physique.
( , Wed 12 Oct 2005, 19:34, Reply)
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