Mrs Airman Gabber is a Training consultant.
One time she went to train a Potato farmer in how to use her companys computer system. After a successful training session the farmer asked whether my wife liked potatoes.

"Err yes?"

"Great. I'll get one of the lads to bring you some"

Expecting to be presented with a small bag of potatoes as she walked back to the car my Mrs was bemused as some burly farmhand rocked up dragging one of the biggest sacks of spuds she'd ever seen and filled up the back of her car. Took two of us to get the damned thing out of her boot when she got home.

Took us months to eat those bastards, even after giving a everyone in the company I work for a free bag. The remaining ones ended up sprouting.

The Jacuzzi manufacturer she saw the week after never offered anything similar, the miserable bastard.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Fri 16 Mar 2012, 15:00, 5 replies)

Shame
A Jacuzzi would have been useful for cooking all those potatoes.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Fri 16 Mar 2012, 16:23, closed)

You had difficulty moving a sack of potatoes though.
Imagine how heavy a sack of jacuzzis would have been.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 16 Mar 2012, 16:42, closed)

You should have
filled your bath with potatoes.

Hey presto, a home made jacuzzi!

I'm posting that in tops tips.
(username failed moderation, Fri 16 Mar 2012, 17:08, closed)

This seems wrong.
You're complaining about being given shit-loads of potatoes. I'd be over the moon.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Sat 17 Mar 2012, 8:54, closed)

This
Elicited a laugh. Click.
(Le Grenouille, Mon 19 Mar 2012, 0:02, closed)