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Doerman
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 11:55 am: |
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The phone rang the other day and my wife answered. Female Caller: "Let me talk to John" My wife: "John? Who?" Caller: "Get John on the line!" My wife: "You have the wrong number" Caller: "Yeah right!" - click hmm... methinks John is in trouble! |
Strokizator
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 12:06 pm: |
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I answered the phone a little after 5:00 pm the other day and a gal asks "Can I speak to Dave?" I recognize her voice and say, "He just left. His wife pulled up in a brand new car, he got in and they drove off." She say's "I'm Dave's wife." I tell her "Oh, in that case hold on." She probably thinks I'm an ass. |
Wolfridgerider
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 12:07 pm: |
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to bad she didn't tell her he was in the shower and would probably need a nap before he could come the phone.... LOL |
Fahren
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 01:58 pm: |
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Like Sam Stone in Ruthless People LOL |
Notpurples2
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 02:04 pm: |
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"Dave's not here man" |
Kyrocket
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 03:03 pm: |
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LOL^ |
Jb2
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 04:05 pm: |
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We had a customer named John. His wife had a brand new Honda S2000 in our shop. Repairs were completed and she came to pick up the car. While doing the paperwork we find out that it was her husband who wrecked the car when she was out of town on a business trip. Icy roads, fast car... you know the story. So shortly after she picks the car up she comes back in carrying something in her hand. Her hand is covered with a plastic bag looking much like someone who had just walked their dog and scooped the poop. She throws the bag and contents on the counter and asks why in the world we would put a pair of panties in her glove box. Me staring at the counter eyes a very hot and obviously "worn" pair of panties. We call the technician into the office and he confirms our story that no one had been in her glove box while the car was in for repairs. She blurted out some profanities about us being rude and disgusting when an epiphany skidded across her face. She snatched up the panties, slammed the door open and, "that f**kin' John..." was the last we heard from her. OOOOOPS!!! I think John got in trouble and might explain how the car got wrecked in the first place? (Message edited by jb2 on July 20, 2011) |
Reepicheep
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 04:27 pm: |
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You missed an opportunity for early retirement Jim! Step one: Tell her "one moment, I need to go talk to the tech". Step two: Call John, and ask him what it would be worth to him to have you claim to be a closet cross-dresser, with a thing for glove boxes. |
86129squids
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 04:38 pm: |
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Jb2
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 09:38 pm: |
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Actually I was third person down in the management ladder, 1 & 2 were present and made the call for the tech to come to the office. If "we" had found them first, we could have called John prior to her picking up the car and possibly brokered a deal... maybe. When she walked back in with them in hand our job took on a completely different scope. It was interesting to say the least. |
Brumbear
| Posted on Wednesday, July 20, 2011 - 09:51 pm: |
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Raacckkk Strawberry Strawberry BOOOMMMPPPHHHH |
86129squids
| Posted on Thursday, July 21, 2011 - 12:21 am: |
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You said "hand", "job" and "scope".
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Prior
| Posted on Thursday, July 21, 2011 - 09:48 am: |
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Nice, Jim! |
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