While working in a computer store in Swansea
our branch of the business was unusually lacking in staff numbers at the time, so one guy travelled down from Cardiff to help out with the store.

Now a quick fact for you; Swansea and Cardiff get on about as well as unborn babies and thalidomide ie they don't really develop very well when in the same environment. Myself personally couldn't give a fuck, bit this guy was full of it. Every single moment there was some kind of put down; complaining about having to work in poverty areas, being surprised that in Swansea we have heard of the telephone, let alone a computer etc etc. I just laughed them all off and got on with the job at hand until he decided to carry on while I was serving a customer.

An elderly woman shopping for Christmas presents had asked me for some advice and while we were talking the twat from Cardiff struts over and makes some other completely pig-headed comment.

We both stop what we're talking about, and she asks me "What's wrong with him?"
"I'm sorry about him madam," I reply "he can't help it, he's from Cardiff."

The woman looks him up and down, and with a sincere voice says "Awww bless..."

Not another word was uttered from him for the entire shift, other than "You win."
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 9:12, 2 replies)

The antagonism is
a semi-conscious mutual realisation that in fact you're both sheep shagging carrot crunchers, who talk with a funny accent.
(username failed moderation, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 9:43, closed)

You were semi-conscious?
That'll be the meths.
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 12:44, closed)