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read an article in sunday paper bout a guy who met a gas engineer & the guy told him lots of funny stories bout customers. guy enjoyed it so much he got others to do the same & has just published a book called its a gas, ( profits going to cancer research ).
now thats what i do for a living & i have some great stories about customers ive met over the years, like 1 old guy who was so convinced there were 3 of us in his house, when there were only 2, he made 3 cups of tea & kept asking where the other guy went? !
so anybody got any funny/crazy stories about the public you meet through work?
Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff."
On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll , with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a poker.
So first of all came the youngest Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.
"Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll .
"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a bit till the second Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Well, be off with you," said the troll.
A little while after came the second Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.
Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap, went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Oh, it's the second Billy Goat Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn't such a small voice.
"Now I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till the big Billy Goat Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Very well! Be off with you," said the troll.
But just then up came the big Billy Goat Gruff .
Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap! went the bridge, for the billy goat was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.
"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"It's I! The big Billy Goat Gruff ," said the billy goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own.
"Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll.
Well, come along! I've got two spears,
And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;
I've got besides two curling-stones,
And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones.
That was what the big billy goat said. And then he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the cascade, and after that he went up to the hillside. There the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again. And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so,
Originally posted by victoria park 2006:
read an article in sunday paper bout a guy who met a gas engineer & the guy told him lots of funny stories bout customers. guy enjoyed it so much he got others to do the same & has just published a book called its a gas, ( profits going to cancer research ).
now thats what i do for a living & i have some great stories about customers ive met over the years, like 1 old guy who was so convinced there were 3 of us in his house, when there were only 2, he made 3 cups of tea & kept asking where the other guy went? !
so anybody got any funny/crazy stories about the public you meet through work?
I was about 13 and he was 12 and we were playing football in the backyard. He kicked the ball into a group of 3 cedar trees in the neighboring yard and while he was getting it I asked him if he saw a piece of carpet back there. I knew what was in the carpet and why it was there but he didn't...
He said yea, so I told him to bring me the carpet and he came walking out with the ball in one arm and dragging the carpet with the other. Then he began swatting the air then dropped the carpet and ball and swatted the air furiously then took off running into the back door of the house...
I knew that there was a honey bee nest under the carpet and it was there as a failed attempt by the neighbor to throw a carpet over the nest to get them to move.
My cousin was only stung about 3 times but it could have been a lot worst...But the story isn't over.
My punishment? Not allowed to leave the house for 2 weeks and I have to get rid of the honey bee nest for the neighbors (failed attempt at my mom trying to kill me in return?). So I thought about how I was going to get rid of this nest and took the neighbors idea of the carpet, doused it with lighter fluid, drug it over and put it on the nest (while wearing a coat and welding mask in summer), and lit it on fire.
Great idea? Maybe if it wasn't under 3 giant cedar trees which all light on fire and burnt to a crisp, fell over burning a 20 yard circle of grass in the neighbors yard and had the fire department out there preventing it from lighting my neighbors house on fire...Another 6 weeks of not being allowed to leave my room.
heh good one, rekluse was just the name when I played paintball. Though I did spend a lot of time locked away as a kid I guess me and my friends were the only ones that found attaching a blow up doll to the flag pole is funny...
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I guess me and my friends were the only ones that found attaching a blow up doll to the flag pole is funny...
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