| Comment | Excellent story from an old job. Manager sent a young new start to Crocket's one day for a fallopian tube. One of those wind ups like a long standing or tartan paint. Off the boy went to get a fucking fallopian tube.
The guy in Crocket's played along. Whit kind of fallopian tube? He asked. Told him they come in metal, plastic, rubber. Boy didn't know. So the guy sold him a wee bit of rubber hose and told him if it's wrong just bring it back and we'll swap it. Gave him a receipt and everything.
Boy came back with the hose saying ye didny tell me whit kind, he gave me a rubber wan... boss said naw, naw. Sorry needs to be metal. Sent him back.
Guy in Crocket's gave him more hassle. Whit kind of metal. Copper, brass, iron? Sold him a wee bit of copper pipe.
Boss rejected it. Told him it needed to be some other metal. Guy in Crocket's told him didn't have that kind. Sent him back empty handed. Boss sent him back saying plastic would do.
Guy in Crocket's sold him a wee bit of PVC pipe.
It went back and forth like this for a couple of hours. Every time he went back oot we were pishing ourselves with laughter. The guy in Crocket's must have been howling at it as well. Eventally we told him and put him oot the misery. Boss phoned Crocket's and said keep that fiver, ye earned it and had a big laugh over the phone.
Belter. Good times. |
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