Now, there was no need for that...
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
Tell us about the times when an already difficult situation has been made worse for no good reason. Pollollups writes, "As if being given a muscle relaxant and trapped in an MRI tube wasn't bad enough: whilst thus immobilised, they played me Dido."
( , Thu 16 Jun 2005, 7:46)
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Finishing work one rainy day...
for the Post Office, I was stunned to find the twats had locked up their gates and left ... with my car parked inside. Of course, I am in the middle of a certain West London borough with no way of getting 20 miles back to my house ... with no cash and a dead mobile. A bad situation ... so, I decide to climb the gate and open my car to take out my toolbox, and go to work on the bolt mechanism from the inside. I opened the gates, drove my car out and was just putting the bolt back together (from the outside) when I hear two cars pull up behind me. I hear, "Drop the hammer!" WTF think I, and I turn to find a deranged man-mountain of a police officer holding a GUN shouting at me, with three officer mates with their batons out.
Cue brown trousers.
The next twenty minutes and two phone calls were spent trying to convince them that I worked there and was ALLOWED to do what I was doing. Involved my agency boss pretending he was the Postmaster at the Royal Mail. I did get away with it and was grinning like a loon when I left...
Turned out some biddy down the road had phoned 999 and told them an armed man was breaking into the Post Office...
No apologies for length.
( , Fri 17 Jun 2005, 1:01, Reply)
for the Post Office, I was stunned to find the twats had locked up their gates and left ... with my car parked inside. Of course, I am in the middle of a certain West London borough with no way of getting 20 miles back to my house ... with no cash and a dead mobile. A bad situation ... so, I decide to climb the gate and open my car to take out my toolbox, and go to work on the bolt mechanism from the inside. I opened the gates, drove my car out and was just putting the bolt back together (from the outside) when I hear two cars pull up behind me. I hear, "Drop the hammer!" WTF think I, and I turn to find a deranged man-mountain of a police officer holding a GUN shouting at me, with three officer mates with their batons out.
Cue brown trousers.
The next twenty minutes and two phone calls were spent trying to convince them that I worked there and was ALLOWED to do what I was doing. Involved my agency boss pretending he was the Postmaster at the Royal Mail. I did get away with it and was grinning like a loon when I left...
Turned out some biddy down the road had phoned 999 and told them an armed man was breaking into the Post Office...
No apologies for length.
( , Fri 17 Jun 2005, 1:01, Reply)
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