And another one
I worked in a jewellers in a Yorkshire seaside town.

One day this thick necked knuckle dragger and his fucktard of a son came in.

"I've come to pick up my clock. I paid for it earlier but said I'm come back and pick it up"
This was something we often did so I went to the shelf where pre-paid items are kept.
It was empty.
"Was it today?" I asked. "I can't see anything there"
"I bought it from this woman" he points at a colleague "she put it in a blue bag and put it under the counter"
I asked the colleague who said that she had no memory of this. We looked where he had indicated but nothing was to be found.
By this point the mouth-breather was getting irate.
"I just want to pick up my fucking Power Rangers clock"
"But we don't sell Power Rangers clock"
"Well you must fucking do otherwise how could I have come in and bought one? Look, here's my receipt."
"That's for H.Samuel."
"Well where the fuck is this then?"


FFS
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Thu 4 Sep 2008, 21:54, Reply)