Useless advice
As a new parent, people seem to think it's OK to pass on any and every old wives tale possible. "Don't hug him too much". What? Quite what possesses people to pass on baseless, idiotic, useless advice I don't know.
That said, I quite often give car drivers directions and then, after they've moved off, realise that I've sent them down a bike-only route, so I can give as good as I get.
What useless advice have you been given (or handed out) recently?
( , Thu 19 Oct 2006, 10:29)
As a new parent, people seem to think it's OK to pass on any and every old wives tale possible. "Don't hug him too much". What? Quite what possesses people to pass on baseless, idiotic, useless advice I don't know.
That said, I quite often give car drivers directions and then, after they've moved off, realise that I've sent them down a bike-only route, so I can give as good as I get.
What useless advice have you been given (or handed out) recently?
( , Thu 19 Oct 2006, 10:29)
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Couriers beware
Out in the sticks, it's not uncommon for parcel couriers to ask the trusted postmen for directions. Some refuse on the grounds that they're now the competition, but I consider myself a helpful chap and I'll tell them. But I bet this poor courier wished I didn't. Asking me where this house was, I told him and sent him on his merry way. It was only when driving on, did I realise I had misheard him and sent him to the wrong house (they were very similar in name, if not geographical location: about 10 miles apart). Not only that, but I had given him the wrong directions to the wrong house. Now there were one of two possibilities:
1). He would end up at an entirely different house altogether OR
2). He would spend miles going round in circles in the dense forest. A forest I might add was used for SAS training because of it's thick coverage and unrelenting terrain. Not very van friendly.
I never did see him again. Maybe the SAS got him.
( , Sun 22 Oct 2006, 20:53, Reply)
Out in the sticks, it's not uncommon for parcel couriers to ask the trusted postmen for directions. Some refuse on the grounds that they're now the competition, but I consider myself a helpful chap and I'll tell them. But I bet this poor courier wished I didn't. Asking me where this house was, I told him and sent him on his merry way. It was only when driving on, did I realise I had misheard him and sent him to the wrong house (they were very similar in name, if not geographical location: about 10 miles apart). Not only that, but I had given him the wrong directions to the wrong house. Now there were one of two possibilities:
1). He would end up at an entirely different house altogether OR
2). He would spend miles going round in circles in the dense forest. A forest I might add was used for SAS training because of it's thick coverage and unrelenting terrain. Not very van friendly.
I never did see him again. Maybe the SAS got him.
( , Sun 22 Oct 2006, 20:53, Reply)
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