Maturity prevails.
Nearly eight years ago, I had a job that started out good and got progessively more rubbish. Over the course of a year it went from good, to bad, to awful.

During one mid-week shift I realised I'd had enough, my boss came over to the area I was working and started having a bulging-eyed, red-faced, spittle-flecked rant at me for something that was absolutely nothing to do with me. This was in the pre mortgage days so I went from trying to mentally block out the shite-ness of my working conditions to leaving. For good. Now.

As my boss was mid-sentence, I just turned round and walked away. Amazed that one of the drones would display free will she screamed:

"Where do you think you're going!?"

I'm ashamed to say I resorted to insulting someone based on their looks and gender. This woman was almost as tall as me (I'm 6ft 3") and looked like Steve McFadden in a wig, complete with stubble. (An even more English comparison would be a blonde version of Biffa Bacon's 'mum').
Anyway, I half turned and said:

"Fuck off you pre-op"

Harsh, but her look of confusion made me think she didn't have a clue what I was meant anyway.

Also, a chum of mine once called a local pub nutter a "Poo Splash" when he was threatining to re-arrange his features. Actually made him laugh and they ended up getting pissed together.
( sir_spicious2000 Crap I've watched: www.filmplop.blogspot.com/, Wed 10 Oct 2007, 19:38, Reply)