Ripped Off
A friend who worked in a second hand record shop told us about a Japanese guy who regularly bought "rare" records in their shop. One time, he was looking for a signed copy of "Never Mind the Bollocks".
They didn't have one. Four people and one magic marker later, they did. Ker-ching!
How have you been ripped off? Who did you rip off? Are you a British Gas customer?
( , Thu 15 Feb 2007, 16:28)
A friend who worked in a second hand record shop told us about a Japanese guy who regularly bought "rare" records in their shop. One time, he was looking for a signed copy of "Never Mind the Bollocks".
They didn't have one. Four people and one magic marker later, they did. Ker-ching!
How have you been ripped off? Who did you rip off? Are you a British Gas customer?
( , Thu 15 Feb 2007, 16:28)
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Estate Agents
Not me, and not really ripped off ... but anyway. I worked briefly as a paper shuffler in an estate agents where slightly dodgy practises abounded. They had this technique of posting adverts for nice sounding flats in newspapers, like:
"Lovely 26 bedroom mansion, actually inside Liverpool Street Station, full staff of dwarf butlers, £26 per Month"
Of course no such dwarf butler infested property ever existed, so when customers phoned up the conversation would go:
"Oh how sorry I am Mr. X that property has just been taken, but wouldn't you like to come in and see this other slightly smaller property"
Customer is then quickly taken around 1 bedroom grotty rat faeces encrusted hole in Bethnal Green while the agent distracts them with his voluminously gelled hair.
Everything you've ever been told about estate agents is true ... there was this other time when they fought each other with broken broomsticks for clients, but we'll save that for another QOTW.
( , Fri 16 Feb 2007, 11:18, Reply)
Not me, and not really ripped off ... but anyway. I worked briefly as a paper shuffler in an estate agents where slightly dodgy practises abounded. They had this technique of posting adverts for nice sounding flats in newspapers, like:
"Lovely 26 bedroom mansion, actually inside Liverpool Street Station, full staff of dwarf butlers, £26 per Month"
Of course no such dwarf butler infested property ever existed, so when customers phoned up the conversation would go:
"Oh how sorry I am Mr. X that property has just been taken, but wouldn't you like to come in and see this other slightly smaller property"
Customer is then quickly taken around 1 bedroom grotty rat faeces encrusted hole in Bethnal Green while the agent distracts them with his voluminously gelled hair.
Everything you've ever been told about estate agents is true ... there was this other time when they fought each other with broken broomsticks for clients, but we'll save that for another QOTW.
( , Fri 16 Feb 2007, 11:18, Reply)
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