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No, I hung up on him. ;p I have very little tolerence for abusive callers and our managers will back you up on it. ( <3 )
Well, good for you. Not so good for that douchebag...
You gotta polish a memory like a stone. Chip off the parts that remind you it was just a game. Work it until it's indistinguishable from any other memory.
Me: “And your first name please, sir?”
SC: “Uuhhhhh…….ummmmm……”
Does he prefer "Mr. ummmmm", or he's ok with the informal "Uuhhhh"?
Ahhh, a newcomer. This must be your first time using the magic box to speak with what we refer to as “Civilization”.
Hope he's prepared for the randomly-spawning barbarians. I'd warn him that a tank can, in fact, be defeated by a phalanx, but I doubt he'd get that far. Can you imagine how he'd answer when the inevitable usurper claims he's not the rightful king and tests his knowledge? "Uuuuhhhhh...". Word of his lack of knowledge spreadeth throughout the realm, and the soldiers and settlers returned to their homes.
SC: “All these guards, they’re all together, you know what I mean?”
Yup, they're all joined together to form one giant Mega-guard.
The conspiracy is everywhere. The city, the police, your resident manager, you name it. All for the sake of Timbits. They have a permit because they can clock OT hours working overnight which directly translates into yet more funds for Timbits. You have no idea how far the conspiracy goes and whose in on it! Why, it goes all the way up to Parliament. Legislating Canada Post back to work? Every day they spend not at work is another day they don’t stop at Tim Hortons on the way to work.
No one knows the true masterminds behind it. They are shadowy figures known only as the Sugar Coated Seven, and much like the chocolate Timbits, they’re already gone by the time you get to them.
Well played sir
Happiness is the exercise of vital powers along lines of excellence in a life affording you scope.
Just me, a donkey and half a ton of Columbian dark roast.
That's one hell of a fetish you've got.
Unseen but seeing oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv 3rd shift needs love, too
RIP, mo bhrionglóid
I missed you, GK. I missed you so much...I need to come by more often
"That's too bad. Hospitals aren't fun to fight through."
"What IS fun to fight through?"
"Gardens. Electronics shops. Antique stores, but only if they're classy."
Every time I start thinking your callers really can't be that stupid, one of them rears its ugly brain pan to prove me wrong. This question is a classic, and for all the wrong reasons.
I can’t even make fun of you anymore because every wisecrack I make or exaggerated scenario I come up with turns out to be dangerously close to reality.
Snap BACK to reality--
Oh, wait. Whoops. Sorry. Was suddenly possessed by the spirit of Eminem. Now, where were we?
What parts of the arrest did the officers get wrong? Did they handcuff you backwards again? Man, I've been meaning to talk to them about that. Or did they only beat you within two inches of your life, rather than the standard inch? They really need to practice their arrests and stop making such silly mistakes.
SC: “There was someone that made a threat to my life! He said that he was going to break my nose!”
Contrary to your poor grasp of human anatomy, a broken nose is not actually a life threatening injury.
Usually, no. But it can in fact be. For example, if I slam my palm upwards into your nose at the right angle and with the right force, I can actually force the bone from the upper part of the nasal cavity, and perhaps even some of the nasal cartilage, up into the cranium to puncture the brain, resulting in death.
I myself have never done this, but have seen it in many movies. And no, I don't believe everything I see in movies. However, I know this is possible because in addition to the amazing amount of times this is shown in movies, I have talked to combat-trained special forces guys who have been trained in this particular maneuver. And done right....yeah, it is quite literally a bloody mess.
And while I've never actually done this, there have been several people I've fantasized about doing it to. And not all of them customers, either.
Jennifer, eh? If you’re a Jennifer, I’m an Amanda.
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, and STOP.
Dude, it's 2011. You live in Vancouver, which as I understand it is the Canadian equivalent of Key West. I.e., a bit artsy fartsy and more tolerant of alternative lifestyles than most places. I have no doubt that in both your city and on my island, there ARE guys going by the name of Jennifer. And who are we to dispute it? If they want to be called Jen, I'll call them Jen.
I do, however, draw the line at calling them "Dessert Meat."
So allow me to pass along what I learned to you, the caller, before you take any needless actions. Such as, say, storm out there and threaten to stand in front of their equipment in your bath robe. Which I believe is what happened the last time someone called me about this sort of thing.
Arthur Dent called your line? Wow. You get all the really cool people!
There are lines where I just take a message, and other lines where if it rings, it means somebody is dead. >.>
Not to sound ominous, but I'm sure people here have unknowningly spoken to us before. In fact, I know some of you have from your posts <cough>.
You don't want to sound ominous? You JUST told us that when your bell tolls, it tolls for the dead. You JUST told us that! And THEN you tell us that you know, from having read various posts of ours, that you know some of us have called you or your coworkers. Oh, that doesn't sound spooky at all, dude. Shadowy figure, indeed.
And no, not at ALL ominous.
"The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is Still A Customer."
Also, re: "Amanda"... for some reason I can now picture a "Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys"-type mystery series where GK is both Hardy and Drew...
Not really that far of a stretch, considering the same woman wrote both series under different pen names
The Rich keep getting richer because they keep doing what it was that made them rich. Ditto the Poor.
"Hy kan tell dey is schmot qvestions, dey is makink my head hurt."
Hoc spatio locantur.
I have no doubt that in both your city and on my island, there ARE guys going by the name of Jennifer.
That was a caller from the barren north. They try to order in the name's of friends and family now and then. Typically to get around the fact they were blacklisted for not paying for their COD order. ;p
That was a caller from the barren north. They try to order in the name's of friends and family now and then. Typically to get around the fact they were blacklisted for not paying for their COD order.
Ah, I missed that part. I just thought the catalog companies were REALLY strict about people ordering only for themselves, and I didn't quite understand what the big deal was.
Ya know, pal, a little explanation goes a long way.
Sure you did. You said that when one line rings, it usually means someone is dead. Sounded like you knew exactly what you were saying. How is that unintentional?
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