Why is it, when you're thinking it's about time to go home, the phone rings.
An hour and half later you're still there!
And what's the result of that call - you've spent ages going over and re-iterating what should have taken 10 mins max! Honestly, some people will just flog a dead horse!
Especially them Miss Whiplash types wot are into necrophilious bestiality...
Anyways, I'm home now, and can drink me Sarsarparilla! I tried to get a can of Dr Pepper, but Mr Lardyarse decided to block the machine!
Why is it, some people have no manners. The water machine is to the right of the can machine. So, wot I do is stand in front of the water machine, bung a cup underneath, and press the button. Simple as!
No so for some!
Someone, let's call him Fat Git, decided to get some water, as I approached the can machine for me fizzy. Easy peasy, one would think! But nooooo, Ole Lardy Arse decided to stand at right angles to the water machine and double over! So, his fat arse is blocking my access to the coin slot and selection panel whilst he's keeping an eye level watch on the water levels in his cup! And he didn't move until his drink was done...and it was a sloooow filling machine!
Now, why he's proffering his buttocks to those desirous of a simple can of fizzy, I don't know! Perhaps he thought it was one of them Swipe card malarky's, and was offering his cleft for his own 'chip and pin' amusements. Who knows. Still, it could've been worse - I dread to think of the chocolate he would be supplying if given cash!
And I still ain't got Fergie's buns dropping thru the roof into me lap!
