I used to work in a bar in Truro (since re-named).
In the same town there is a call centre for a mortgage company so utterly cuntish that they were featured on Panorama after a few families lost their homes with particularly small loans (they were the kings of rip of fucks).

Every so often, the total wankers from their call centre would bring their vulture staff in and put a shitload of money on a tab for them all to use. We used to use this to make up any missing bar stock. If they ordered two pints of lager, they'd pay for four pints and maybe a reb bull!

I feel no guilt as the call centre staff were mainly smug twats (many of whom were seventeen year olds who were wearing a suit for the first time and feeling pretty important) who rammed the bar, were rude to the bar staff and generally acted as though we should be serving nobody but them. It is so nice to know that about half of the up-to-a-grand they'd put on tab came to us and they were too shit to notice.
( The Togaboy The world will end on, Fri 16 Feb 2007, 1:17, Reply)