Never piss off a BT engineer
My dad told me that he was once working for a big company in the city laying phone cables. The dude who owned it was a big rich Jew who used to smoke fat expensive cigars. My dad did a whole lot of extra work and the boss said he'd see him alright at the end of the week. At the end of the week all this guy gave him and his mate was a cigar. And when the old man got outside he realised it had been half smoked and there were even teeth marks in it.

Every other day for a couple of weeks my old man nipped into the basement on his way into work on his bike and snipped the wires of the switchboard circuit (back in the days when companies had switchboards). This had the added bonus of him being sent in to fix it, since it was in his area. Which meant he could spend all day scrabbling around under desks trying to 'fix' the problem, while really looking up ladies' skirts.

Which, I believe, is also relevant as a neat skive.
(poomypoo, Sun 8 May 2005, 18:22, Reply)