Don't Mug My Dad
About 15 years ago, my Dad took my Mum to Bath on a daytrip "to see the archetecture" with a group from the campaign for Real Ale, so a lot of the buildings had low ceilings and beer. Anyway, they run out of cash and get themselves to a cashpoint. Now my Dad, semi pissed, is trying to work this cashpoint thingy. My Dad can't set an alarm clock, and as far as he is concerned, the Video is really a practical test set by Aliens to test the intellegence of NASA scientists. He also has, without doubt, the most vile temper of any man I have ever met. So as he is getting more annoyed, enter a foul smelling, skinny, crusty type wearing a Top Hat and with a dog on a string, and said to my Dad, by now just holding on to his temper, cos of the frustration of being unable to get more beer vouchers and with a line of tutting English and Americans behind him, "Give us some money Mr, or I will throw up on you"
My Dad whirls around, reaches up and grabs this guy my his neck and screams "If you don't fuck off you miserable streak of shit, I will really give something to fucking throw up about!" in an enraged broad Swansea accented scream.
The guy, faced with 5 feet 4 inches of semi insane pissed Welsh ex-seaman shits himself and fucks off. When My Dad turns around, there is my mam pissing herself laughing and, even better no queue! All the tourists having split as well!
He then screams "Val! Work this fucking machine, it wont give me my fucking money!" Val, still chuckling, does as she is told. Upshot is, Dad Gets beer vouchers, and a lovley day is had by all.
(micmac is happy as a pig in shite, Fri 16 Jun 2006, 23:30, Reply)