God Save our gracious Queen Long live our noble Queen God save our Queen
*da na na na na na NA NA*
Send her victorious, Happy and glorious Long to reign o'er us... God save our Queen!
*hip hip hooray*
I spend more time out of school than in, really. Go 6th Form <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin-AlienCow+Apr 5 2005, 01:23 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (AlienCow @ Apr 5 2005, 01:23 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> God Save our gracious Queen Long live our noble Queen God save our Queen
*da na na na na na NA NA*
Send her victorious, Happy and glorious Long to reign o'er us... God save our Queen!
*hip hip hooray*
I spend more time out of school than in, really. Go 6th Form <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Show off <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> I knew how to hum it, but not the actual words.
X_StickmanNot good enough for a custom title.Join Date: 2003-04-15Member: 15533Members, Constellation
I've gotta agree with Billy Connolly when he said that the problem with England is that our national anthem is boring. We need to get Scooter or someone in to jazz it up a bit. Now you KNOW you'd sing along to a Scooter song and it'd be funny as hell to see the Queen / King singing along as well.
well, I have a link here with some really funny stories: <a href='http://www.rinkworks.com/stupid/' target='_blank'>http://www.rinkworks.com/stupid/</a>
But I´ve never been in such funny situations myself :/
Well the most stupid story I've gotten from work is when I'm helping out in a Thai Restaurant.
Some customers keep insisting on eating Thai food with chopsticks and pouring soy sauce all over the rice, both jasmine rice and sticky rice. Note to everyone, we don't use chopsticks for Thai rice and noodles (unless it's originated in China). Also some thought you can eat curry soup alone... without rice, then ask for milk later.
<!--QuoteBegin-DrSuredeath+Apr 5 2005, 12:53 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DrSuredeath @ Apr 5 2005, 12:53 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Hmm I'm just curious, do the schools in UK and US lock up the students inside when they finish lining up in front of the flag and singing the national anthem in the morning until the schools are over like mine?
EDIT: Highschool and middle school that is. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> In the US, you aren't required to say the Pledge of Allegiance (not the national anthem), but almost everyone says it anyway (except the foreign exchange students), although I skip the "Under God" part.
As for locking the schools, it depends where you go. In the really bad public schools I went to, you couldn't walk out of the classroom without a hall pass and you certainly couldn't leave school without a note from your parent. In the private school I went to, you could go almost anywhere, as long as you didn't skip class. Once you hit 16, your parents could leave a permanent pass allowing you to leave school during your free periods, so lots people went out for lunch. If your last period is a free period and you have that pass, then you could leave early.
<!--QuoteBegin-X Stickman+Apr 5 2005, 02:04 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (X Stickman @ Apr 5 2005, 02:04 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> I've gotta agree with Billy Connolly when he said that the problem with England is that our national anthem is boring. We need to get Scooter or someone in to jazz it up a bit. Now you KNOW you'd sing along to a Scooter song and it'd be funny as hell to see the Queen / King singing along as well. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> AHAHAHHA omg my sides hurt make the laughing stop!!!
*immagines* Scooter Dup dupp dup do do dup dup dup Queenie Dup dupp dup do do dup dup dup dup dup!
Scooter GOD SAVE YOUR QUEEN , by the way?HOW MUCH IS THE FISH?!
daidalos
OMG that link, ROFFLEWAFFLE!! im seriously crying with laughter and my abs hurt!
* Customer: "I'd like to buy 2.5 gigabyte hard disk for my 286."
The machine didn't even have an IDE controller, so I had to explain there was no way he could get the disk.
* Customer: "OK, I'LL GET IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE THEN!"
I don´t want to spoiler, but I have to post that one, it´s the best.
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> I recently signed up for a 640kbps ADSL line with a borrowed router. We have four computers in our household, with a perfectly working LAN. But after trying to set up the ADSL settings, there was still no connection to the Internet. I thought it was an ISP problem, so I phoned to the tech support. I explained the problem, and...
Me: "...If I ping any computer everything works fin--" Tech Support: "You what?" Me: "If I ping any comp--" Tech Support: "No, I didn't get what you did. Ping, right?" Me: "Yes, ping. You know, when you write 'ping' and an IP address to see if the network is working." Tech Support: "Write where?" Me: "At a command prompt." Tech Support: "It is better for you to upgrade to Windows XP. DOS is outdated." Me: "I run Windows 2000. Go to Start, Programs, Accessories, and you'll see a Command Prompt icon. That's where I type 'ping'." Tech Support: "Oooooooooooh, I see, I see. Now I remember. Maybe the LAN isn't working." Me: "No, I told you, the LAN was set up well before the ADSL contract and is perfectly fine." Tech Support: "Mhm. Go to Start, Programs, Accessories, and you'll see a Command Prompt icon. You'll get a black window. Write p-i-n-g-space-[an IP address]." Me: "..." Tech Support: "Sir?" Me: "Done. All packets lost." Tech Support: "You have a LAN, don't you? Try to ping your PCs and the router. To do so, go to Start, Progr--" Me: "I know."
And so on, for almost an hour. The problem never got solved. Later I swapped out the router, and it worked. So I called back to see if I could have a replacement router.
Tech Support: "So, you tried to exchange the router with a new one and it worked?" Me: "Yes, it could be defective." Tech Support: "Yes, it could. Which brand of router did you have?" Me: "A Cisco one." Tech Support: "Ah. Does Cisco make routers?"
I hung up, and later I cancelled. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
but My Blueyonder broadband modem is situated right under my PC table. My sister went onto my PC, and when she came off, the internet no longer worked. I checked the modem and the only light shining was "standby"
I guessed that the modem was in standby mode, and tinkered around with it. But to no avail. So I called Technical support, and they asked me to check for the standby button. On the top of my modem. It clearly said "standby" which when pressed activated the modem.
My sister must have turned it off with her foot by accident, and set it off to standby mode. A press of the button and it was working again.
I felt like a total idiot. But in my defence, Its dark under my table and I didnt even see the button. Still, I 'll never live it down, and that Tech support guy was probably laughing his **** off afterwards.
<!--QuoteBegin-daidalos+Apr 5 2005, 02:57 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (daidalos @ Apr 5 2005, 02:57 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> I don´t want to spoiler, but I have to post that one, it´s the best.
Great to finally hear about dumb people not here in Americaland. :P
I've got a story much in line with Moquiao's first one.
Back when I worked at a grocery store during high school (I worked there from 96-99) was when I met the hands down dumbest person I have ever met in my life, a girl by the name of Katie. This girl was the embodiment of why people make blonde jokes. Dumb.
Anyways, that night it was slow so I was working as a bagger (person who puts the customer's groceries in the bag after the cashier rings them up) with her at the register, when a regular customer came through her line. I forget where or how, but I had found out the guy was a programmer. Being still in high school this was my first time meeting a real programmer, and so I asked him several questions about what he did, how he liked it, etc. Conversation is as follows:
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->... Me: So I hear you're a programmer? That's what I have in mind after college, do you mind telling me a little about it? <i>(or I said something along those lines)</i> Customer: Yeah, I'm a software engineer out at FAA, I do ... * Customer and I exchange dialog a few times, talking about various computer things* Katie, interrupting him mid-sentance: Excuse me, you said you were an engineer? Customer: Yeah, a software engineer. Katie: What kind of train do you drive? *Customer and I stare unbelivingly at poor, dumb Katie for about 3 seconds.* Customer: The one that goes 'Toot toot' <i>(musically sounding toot noises, accompanied with 'pulling string-attached-to-whistle' gesture)</i> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I couldn't hold it in, and burst out laughing. Customer starts laughing too.
Dumb girl never even figured out what was so funny.
<!--QuoteBegin-DOOManiac+Apr 5 2005, 07:57 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DOOManiac @ Apr 5 2005, 07:57 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Great to finally hear about dumb people not here in Americaland. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
I've got a story much in line with Moquiao's first one.
Back when I worked at a grocery store during high school (I worked there from 96-99) was when I met the hands down dumbest person I have ever met in my life, a girl by the name of Katie. This girl was the embodiment of why people make blonde jokes. Dumb.
Anyways, that night it was slow so I was working as a bagger (person who puts the customer's groceries in the bag after the cashier rings them up) with her at the register, when a regular customer came through her line. I forget where or how, but I had found out the guy was a programmer. Being still in high school this was my first time meeting a real programmer, and so I asked him several questions about what he did, how he liked it, etc. Conversation is as follows:
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->... Me: So I hear you're a programmer? That's what I have in mind after college, do you mind telling me a little about it? <i>(or I said something along those lines)</i> Customer: Yeah, I'm a software engineer out at FAA, I do ... * Customer and I exchange dialog a few times, talking about various computer things* Katie, interrupting him mid-sentance: Excuse me, you said you were an engineer? Customer: Yeah, a software engineer. Katie: What kind of train do you drive? *Customer and I stare unbelivingly at poor, dumb Katie for about 3 seconds.* Customer: The one that goes 'Toot toot' <i>(musically sounding toot noises, accompanied with 'pulling string-attached-to-whistle' gesture)</i> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I couldn't hold it in, and burst out laughing. Customer starts laughing too.
Dumb girl never even figured out what was so funny. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Toot toot.
[WHO]ThemYou can call me DaveJoin Date: 2002-12-11Member: 10593Members, Constellation
I have to add this one, not really an stupid customer, but incredibly inept management.
Backstory, I was working at compusa at the time as a cashier. My manager happened to be doubling as a salesperson that day. She brings a customer with a new computer system up to me and has me ring them up. We get to the method of payment and the customer wants to use a credit card. Not a problem, but the same manager always has us check ID with any purchases even 1/3 that big on a credit card. So, I ask for ID, and all this dude has is a college ID with no picture.
I tell him we can't take it without a driver's license or other respectable photo ID. My manager (also the salesperson here, mind you) butts in and tells me to take it. We have a discussion for about 30 seconds about how retarded it is to charge $2000 to a credit card with flimsy ID. But in the end, she's my boss so I run it through.
Fast forward to the next morning, I'm back at the register again and not doing much. The customer service counter is only like 15 feet away and I hear the manager of the whole store getting involved with a return. It's the same dude that only had a college ID. And he wants to return the computer (or the box I should say) that he bought previously because all there was in it was an old crappy computer that wasn't fit to be a shoebox.
The manager of the store took it back in exchange for another.
i.e somebody brought a new ps2.... a silver one... and then 20 mins later came back with a black one. and said wrong item in box.... and they had taped the little polythene bags around the controller etc, to try to make it look real..
and my line manager... took it. and gave them a 2nd one. they made 2 brand new silver ps2's by trading in a NOT EVEN working old black one.
<!--QuoteBegin-DOOManiac+Apr 6 2005, 12:57 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DOOManiac @ Apr 6 2005, 12:57 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Anyways, that night it was slow so I was working as a bagger (person who puts the customer's groceries in the bag after the cashier rings them up) with her at the register, <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Wow you Yanks are lazy. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<!--QuoteBegin-DOOManiac+Apr 6 2005, 06:50 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DOOManiac @ Apr 6 2005, 06:50 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Yeah, how dare we care about customer service, and helping the elderly/disabled? The nerve! <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Oh come now, I'm sure even the elderly can, like... put eggs in a bag without dying. Also, I nominate Haddaway - What is Love? for the new English national anthem.
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Long live our noble Queen
God save our Queen
*da na na na na na NA NA*
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious
Long to reign o'er us...
God save our Queen!
*hip hip hooray*
I spend more time out of school than in, really. Go 6th Form <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile-fix.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Long live our noble Queen
God save our Queen
*da na na na na na NA NA*
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious
Long to reign o'er us...
God save our Queen!
*hip hip hooray*
I spend more time out of school than in, really. Go 6th Form <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Show off <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> I knew how to hum it, but not the actual words.
<a href='http://www.rinkworks.com/stupid/' target='_blank'>http://www.rinkworks.com/stupid/</a>
But I´ve never been in such funny situations myself :/
Some customers keep insisting on eating Thai food with chopsticks and pouring soy sauce all over the rice, both jasmine rice and sticky rice. Note to everyone, we don't use chopsticks for Thai rice and noodles (unless it's originated in China).
Also some thought you can eat curry soup alone... without rice, then ask for milk later.
EDIT: Highschool and middle school that is. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
In the US, you aren't required to say the Pledge of Allegiance (not the national anthem), but almost everyone says it anyway (except the foreign exchange students), although I skip the "Under God" part.
As for locking the schools, it depends where you go. In the really bad public schools I went to, you couldn't walk out of the classroom without a hall pass and you certainly couldn't leave school without a note from your parent. In the private school I went to, you could go almost anywhere, as long as you didn't skip class. Once you hit 16, your parents could leave a permanent pass allowing you to leave school during your free periods, so lots people went out for lunch. If your last period is a free period and you have that pass, then you could leave early.
*some random beat*
Save, save, save the QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!
AHAHAHHA omg my sides hurt make the laughing stop!!!
*immagines*
Scooter Dup dupp dup do do dup dup dup
Queenie Dup dupp dup do do dup dup dup dup dup!
Scooter GOD SAVE YOUR QUEEN , by the way?HOW MUCH IS THE FISH?!
daidalos
OMG that link, ROFFLEWAFFLE!! im seriously crying with laughter and my abs hurt!
* Customer: "I'd like to buy 2.5 gigabyte hard disk for my 286."
The machine didn't even have an IDE controller, so I had to explain there was no way he could get the disk.
* Customer: "OK, I'LL GET IT FROM SOMEONE ELSE THEN!"
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->
I recently signed up for a 640kbps ADSL line with a borrowed router. We have four computers in our household, with a perfectly working LAN. But after trying to set up the ADSL settings, there was still no connection to the Internet. I thought it was an ISP problem, so I phoned to the tech support. I explained the problem, and...
Me: "...If I ping any computer everything works fin--"
Tech Support: "You what?"
Me: "If I ping any comp--"
Tech Support: "No, I didn't get what you did. Ping, right?"
Me: "Yes, ping. You know, when you write 'ping' and an IP address to see if the network is working."
Tech Support: "Write where?"
Me: "At a command prompt."
Tech Support: "It is better for you to upgrade to Windows XP. DOS is outdated."
Me: "I run Windows 2000. Go to Start, Programs, Accessories, and you'll see a Command Prompt icon. That's where I type 'ping'."
Tech Support: "Oooooooooooh, I see, I see. Now I remember. Maybe the LAN isn't working."
Me: "No, I told you, the LAN was set up well before the ADSL contract and is perfectly fine."
Tech Support: "Mhm. Go to Start, Programs, Accessories, and you'll see a Command Prompt icon. You'll get a black window. Write p-i-n-g-space-[an IP address]."
Me: "..."
Tech Support: "Sir?"
Me: "Done. All packets lost."
Tech Support: "You have a LAN, don't you? Try to ping your PCs and the router. To do so, go to Start, Progr--"
Me: "I know."
And so on, for almost an hour. The problem never got solved. Later I swapped out the router, and it worked. So I called back to see if I could have a replacement router.
Tech Support: "So, you tried to exchange the router with a new one and it worked?"
Me: "Yes, it could be defective."
Tech Support: "Yes, it could. Which brand of router did you have?"
Me: "A Cisco one."
Tech Support: "Ah. Does Cisco make routers?"
I hung up, and later I cancelled.
<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Ahh, my bad... Thats Crisco.
but My Blueyonder broadband modem is situated right under my PC table. My sister went onto my PC, and when she came off, the internet no longer worked. I checked the modem and the only light shining was "standby"
I guessed that the modem was in standby mode, and tinkered around with it. But to no avail. So I called Technical support, and they asked me to check for the standby button. On the top of my modem. It clearly said "standby" which when pressed activated the modem.
My sister must have turned it off with her foot by accident, and set it off to standby mode. A press of the button and it was working again.
I felt like a total idiot. But in my defence, Its dark under my table and I didnt even see the button. Still, I 'll never live it down, and that Tech support guy was probably laughing his **** off afterwards.
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->MASS IDIOCY
<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Wow.
next youll be telling me starbucks really isnt the money printing place.
and yes.
<span style='color:yellow'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'> it was a bottle of Coca-Cola priced at 99p</span></span>
you can all sleep easier at night now.
next youll be telling me starbucks really isnt the money printing place.
and yes.
<span style='color:yellow'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'> it was a bottle of Coca-Cola priced at 99p</span></span>
you can all sleep easier at night now. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Not really. 99p is pretty dear.
Then again I know a place in birmingham (a sushi bar place) that sells Coke for £1.50, and then they bring you a can.
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->MASS IDIOCY
<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Wow. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
QFT <!--emo&::marine::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/marine.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='marine.gif' /><!--endemo-->
I've got a story much in line with Moquiao's first one.
Back when I worked at a grocery store during high school (I worked there from 96-99) was when I met the hands down dumbest person I have ever met in my life, a girl by the name of Katie. This girl was the embodiment of why people make blonde jokes. Dumb.
Anyways, that night it was slow so I was working as a bagger (person who puts the customer's groceries in the bag after the cashier rings them up) with her at the register, when a regular customer came through her line. I forget where or how, but I had found out the guy was a programmer. Being still in high school this was my first time meeting a real programmer, and so I asked him several questions about what he did, how he liked it, etc. Conversation is as follows:
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->...
Me: So I hear you're a programmer? That's what I have in mind after college, do you mind telling me a little about it? <i>(or I said something along those lines)</i>
Customer: Yeah, I'm a software engineer out at FAA, I do ...
* Customer and I exchange dialog a few times, talking about various computer things*
Katie, interrupting him mid-sentance: Excuse me, you said you were an engineer?
Customer: Yeah, a software engineer.
Katie: What kind of train do you drive?
*Customer and I stare unbelivingly at poor, dumb Katie for about 3 seconds.*
Customer: The one that goes 'Toot toot' <i>(musically sounding toot noises, accompanied with 'pulling string-attached-to-whistle' gesture)</i>
<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I couldn't hold it in, and burst out laughing. Customer starts laughing too.
Dumb girl never even figured out what was so funny.
i MAY, POSSIBLY. be able to aquite the footage from work... and upload it etc
I've got a story much in line with Moquiao's first one.
Back when I worked at a grocery store during high school (I worked there from 96-99) was when I met the hands down dumbest person I have ever met in my life, a girl by the name of Katie. This girl was the embodiment of why people make blonde jokes. Dumb.
Anyways, that night it was slow so I was working as a bagger (person who puts the customer's groceries in the bag after the cashier rings them up) with her at the register, when a regular customer came through her line. I forget where or how, but I had found out the guy was a programmer. Being still in high school this was my first time meeting a real programmer, and so I asked him several questions about what he did, how he liked it, etc. Conversation is as follows:
<!--QuoteBegin--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->...
Me: So I hear you're a programmer? That's what I have in mind after college, do you mind telling me a little about it? <i>(or I said something along those lines)</i>
Customer: Yeah, I'm a software engineer out at FAA, I do ...
* Customer and I exchange dialog a few times, talking about various computer things*
Katie, interrupting him mid-sentance: Excuse me, you said you were an engineer?
Customer: Yeah, a software engineer.
Katie: What kind of train do you drive?
*Customer and I stare unbelivingly at poor, dumb Katie for about 3 seconds.*
Customer: The one that goes 'Toot toot' <i>(musically sounding toot noises, accompanied with 'pulling string-attached-to-whistle' gesture)</i>
<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I couldn't hold it in, and burst out laughing. Customer starts laughing too.
Dumb girl never even figured out what was so funny. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Toot toot.
TOOT TOOT!
TOOT TOOT!<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
/me Knights Mantrid.
Go forth Sir Mantrid, and <span style='color:red'><b>destroy</b></span>!
Backstory, I was working at compusa at the time as a cashier. My manager happened to be doubling as a salesperson that day. She brings a customer with a new computer system up to me and has me ring them up. We get to the method of payment and the customer wants to use a credit card. Not a problem, but the same manager always has us check ID with any purchases even 1/3 that big on a credit card. So, I ask for ID, and all this dude has is a college ID with no picture.
I tell him we can't take it without a driver's license or other respectable photo ID. My manager (also the salesperson here, mind you) butts in and tells me to take it. We have a discussion for about 30 seconds about how retarded it is to charge $2000 to a credit card with flimsy ID. But in the end, she's my boss so I run it through.
Fast forward to the next morning, I'm back at the register again and not doing much. The customer service counter is only like 15 feet away and I hear the manager of the whole store getting involved with a return. It's the same dude that only had a college ID. And he wants to return the computer (or the box I should say) that he bought previously because all there was in it was an old crappy computer that wasn't fit to be a shoebox.
The manager of the store took it back in exchange for another.
>_<
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the stupidity confounds me.
i.e somebody brought a new ps2.... a silver one... and then 20 mins later came back with a black one. and said wrong item in box.... and they had taped the little polythene bags around the controller etc, to try to make it look real..
and my line manager... took it. and gave them a 2nd one. they made 2 brand new silver ps2's by trading in a NOT EVEN working old black one.
Wow you Yanks are lazy. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
We have to do it ourselfs! Its the British way!
Oh come now, I'm sure even the elderly can, like... put eggs in a bag without dying.
Also, I nominate Haddaway - What is Love? for the new English national anthem.