when i was a letting agent, we had a seriously creepy dude who used to fix the washing machines, burglar alarms etc
he wore a serial killer's boiler suit (with nothing underneath in the summer, as he told us), still lived with his mum in his early 40's, and once a year went on holiday to eastern europe (this was in the late 90's, when it wasn't exactly the place to go) "because the girls are really young and up for it".

he was utterly oblivious to social niceties or the fact that we were clearly too busy to deal with him, and would get down on his knees and beg, throw bits of paper at you, and singsong, "THANK YOU MADAM" when you eventually forked over his shitty tenner. urgh. thanks for the memories, cunthead.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 20 Jun 2014, 10:04, 1 reply, 11 years ago)

Sounds like a hard worker just trying to get by.

( Peej, Fri 20 Jun 2014, 10:11, Reply)