Courier stories ay?
In my last role at a customer service position, I had the honour of fielding the phone call from one of our valued clients regarding our most heinous delivery driver. He had lasted about two weeks at that point, and we took to avoiding him whenever he walked in to drop off the takings. He smelled bad, was morbidly obese and about 6' 5", had no discernible line between his facial, head or body hair (and dyed the lot black one time on a whim), was as thick as two short planks and generally gave off an air of doom.

Anyhoo, this day, my customer called, hemming and hawing and generally struggling to come to the point. Turns out, this guy had asked where the bathroom was, and upon hearing that he'd have to lug his stupid fat frame up all of ten steps to use the facilities, decided to relieve himself against the window of the building. In full view of breakfasting customers. In Melbourne's CBD.

I was flabbergasted, but not as badly as when we fielded another call an hour later that he was doing the same thing, in an even busier place, against the side of his own truck.

He was very sad to lose his job as he was about to become a father....egads.

(I was too lazy and scared of dredging up the past to go into school stories, but suffice to say that a lot of them probably did feature myself as the main character. Oh, but being the shining nerdy star I was I got away with a lot, including the time I had enough of the whispering and bitchiness, stood up in class, swore at people at the top of my voice for a bit, and walked out of the school).
(Angie the Redneck Wonder, Wed 24 Jan 2007, 13:10, Reply)