Window-fecking-cleaners!
We had a glass vestibule fitted at work and the very last thing that the contractors were obliged to do was clean down the whole thing and polish the glass.

One of the glass cleaning monkeys decided to move our business Xmas tree, which was never meant to be moved once errected, and the base snapped.

He called me over, reported his crime and I sighed loudly. He said he had to press on and get the cleaning done and asked if I could sort the tree. Being a charitable type I agreed, but I should have realised this was going to be beyond me. A 12foot fake tree covered in decorations knackered at the base is a remarkably heavy and unstable object to try to manhandle back on to its stand and the damn thing fell on me.

"Fuck this!" I said and extracted myself from under the tree, stood up and spun on my heel to go back into the building, feeling a little self concious, to fetch help.

Just as the cleaning twat manually shuts the internal sliding glass door.

*FUCKO!" went the noise of me hitting it at speed.

"Are you ok mate?" he said meekly

"NO!" I said, rearranging my now squint specs and looking at the huge face and hands smudge I made on the closed door. Quietly seething, and a little dazed, I sloped off back the offices to stop me from killing the bastard for his gross stupidity.

As a spotscript, mysteriously the next day someone rocked up with those opaque stickers that should be stuck to large windows and glass doors to help indicate its actually there.

Bet that bastard eats out on that tale now...

/scans earlier posts for evidence
( Fire & Forget it's the only way to be sure, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 16:13, Reply)