Schadenfreude
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
There's nothing like administering first aid to cyclist who has just spanged into the back of a milk float when you have tears of laughter running down your face. The world is just one long episode of You've Been Framed - when have you laughed at the misfortune of others?
Suggested by althechristmasgeordie
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 12:05)
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Ah, Karma
It's such a cruel mistress. Yet, occasionally, can deliver some of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. I used to work with a man who was the worst I can see in humanity- boorish, dull, and on a slightly higher pay grade than me. The kind of man who thought buying an entry-level Evo made him some kind of demigod. Who luckily, also never looks where he is going, or what kind of room he is heading into.
Given that he was the kind of man to bray loudly into his mobile phone, and not really concentrate, one day whilst communicating with some poor soul on the end of the phone, I saw him blunder his way into the women's loos. The loud conversation was quickly cut off with some loud screams, and the hero of our story crying out loudly in pain, as he was chased out of the loo by the angriest Yorkshirewoman I have ever seen. The completion of his humiliation came when he (now much more meekly) requested another woman to go in and fetch his mobile for him.
He was a broken man after that.
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 16:55, Reply)
It's such a cruel mistress. Yet, occasionally, can deliver some of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. I used to work with a man who was the worst I can see in humanity- boorish, dull, and on a slightly higher pay grade than me. The kind of man who thought buying an entry-level Evo made him some kind of demigod. Who luckily, also never looks where he is going, or what kind of room he is heading into.
Given that he was the kind of man to bray loudly into his mobile phone, and not really concentrate, one day whilst communicating with some poor soul on the end of the phone, I saw him blunder his way into the women's loos. The loud conversation was quickly cut off with some loud screams, and the hero of our story crying out loudly in pain, as he was chased out of the loo by the angriest Yorkshirewoman I have ever seen. The completion of his humiliation came when he (now much more meekly) requested another woman to go in and fetch his mobile for him.
He was a broken man after that.
( , Thu 17 Dec 2009, 16:55, Reply)
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