Readie
Chief Master Sergeant
Oh bugger... I thought the 'give bacon' button was another 'like' but, more appropriate given the forums love affair with bacon
Come on mods give us more bacon to give out....
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Oh bugger... I thought the 'give bacon' button was another 'like' but, more appropriate given the forums love affair with bacon
Come on mods give us more bacon to give out....
Readie
Chief Master Sergeant
We can't give you more bacon because you may get a heart attack finally. As Mods we have to take care of security of all members here including their health.
Good answer
I'll risk a few more rashers....
vikingBerserker
Lieutenant General
N4521U
Plastic Pirate
That just sounds like it's gonna turn your world downside up Paul..........................
meatloaf109
1st Lieutenant
Yep, not used to 9 hour shifts in a "Big-Box" hardware store. All in all, it is not hard work, the paperwork is pretty easy too, once I got familiar with it. Doing my first opening shift tomorrow!
N4521U
Plastic Pirate
Do like Wayne does and take some stuff in to work on during your hour and a haff lunch!
Yeah right.
Yeah right.
Vic Balshaw
Major General
Struth mate I thought you worked your lunch and modelled the rest of the day……………………
meatloaf109
1st Lieutenant
The lunch hour is the one that passes quickest as is!
meatloaf109
1st Lieutenant
Customer service is the top job. As long as a customer is not being abusive, we are required to stay with them as long as they want.
I had a lady that took this to extreme lengths yesterday. Late 40's, decent looking, but liked to invade personal space and was touchy-feely. (I detest being touched by strangers.) I spent an hour and ten minutes listening to her tell me about her third tier of angels that give her directions.
Did you know that uranium wasn't always deadly radio-active? Yep, neither did I, until yesterday.
It seems that god gives her messages every morning, well, not every morning, but most mornings. Sometimes these messages are for her, but mostly they are for others that she will meet that day. She is given the message and a "thought picture" of the person she is to pass it along to, unless, of course, those pesky "third-tier" angels mess with her mental pictures.
Yesterday she was given an image of a long-haired bearded man that needed her message.
Lucky me.
So, after a brief history of the world, (another tid-bit: Adam and Eve built the ark, Noah stole it. Oh, and the flood only covered half the earth.), she decided I was the afore mentioned man.
It seems that; "Truth is not important". Her god wanted me to know that. Actually it is, but only if it deals with love. On all other occasions, nope, into the dumpster. Unless it is the truth that is provided by god through the angels, (third tier only! This is vital!), then this trumps love.
Did I understand?
"Yes, Mam."
"Really?, You don't think I'm crazy, right?"
"No, Mam." (As I was being stared at with the craziest stare I have ever seen. Really, I don't think she ever blinked. Not for the last half hour at least.)
"My husband didn't believe in my gifts. That's why I had to put him away." (I became mildly concerned at this.) "I had to divorce him, he doesn't understand." (I was relieved.) "Would you like to have coffee sometime so we can talk about this more?" (I became concerned again.)
"Sorry, my wife probably would like me to spend time with her."
"Oh, that's O.K., you can bring her along, (weird-chuckle), I'm open minded." (I became majorly concerned.)
"No, after she works, she prefers to stay at home."
"Oh, that's fine, maybe I can come over sometime and we can all talk."
"I'll ask her..." (I am not going to ask her.)
"Well, have a blessed day! I'm going to tell the Manager how great you are!"
"Thank you."
She told the head cashier to tell me that he, (the head cashier) should be in the Israeli swat-team. He isn't Jewish.
And that I was the greatest customer service person she had ever met.
I'm still weirded out.
I had a lady that took this to extreme lengths yesterday. Late 40's, decent looking, but liked to invade personal space and was touchy-feely. (I detest being touched by strangers.) I spent an hour and ten minutes listening to her tell me about her third tier of angels that give her directions.
Did you know that uranium wasn't always deadly radio-active? Yep, neither did I, until yesterday.
It seems that god gives her messages every morning, well, not every morning, but most mornings. Sometimes these messages are for her, but mostly they are for others that she will meet that day. She is given the message and a "thought picture" of the person she is to pass it along to, unless, of course, those pesky "third-tier" angels mess with her mental pictures.
Yesterday she was given an image of a long-haired bearded man that needed her message.
Lucky me.
So, after a brief history of the world, (another tid-bit: Adam and Eve built the ark, Noah stole it. Oh, and the flood only covered half the earth.), she decided I was the afore mentioned man.
It seems that; "Truth is not important". Her god wanted me to know that. Actually it is, but only if it deals with love. On all other occasions, nope, into the dumpster. Unless it is the truth that is provided by god through the angels, (third tier only! This is vital!), then this trumps love.
Did I understand?
"Yes, Mam."
"Really?, You don't think I'm crazy, right?"
"No, Mam." (As I was being stared at with the craziest stare I have ever seen. Really, I don't think she ever blinked. Not for the last half hour at least.)
"My husband didn't believe in my gifts. That's why I had to put him away." (I became mildly concerned at this.) "I had to divorce him, he doesn't understand." (I was relieved.) "Would you like to have coffee sometime so we can talk about this more?" (I became concerned again.)
"Sorry, my wife probably would like me to spend time with her."
"Oh, that's O.K., you can bring her along, (weird-chuckle), I'm open minded." (I became majorly concerned.)
"No, after she works, she prefers to stay at home."
"Oh, that's fine, maybe I can come over sometime and we can all talk."
"I'll ask her..." (I am not going to ask her.)
"Well, have a blessed day! I'm going to tell the Manager how great you are!"
"Thank you."
She told the head cashier to tell me that he, (the head cashier) should be in the Israeli swat-team. He isn't Jewish.
And that I was the greatest customer service person she had ever met.
I'm still weirded out.
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Airframes
Benevolens Magister
Er ..... did she by any chance want to buy lots of tin foil ?
meatloaf109
1st Lieutenant
The head cashier mentioned that he was surprised by the lack of tin-foil protection.
GrauGeist
Generalfeldmarschall zur Luftschiff Abteilung
Should have asked what her thoughts were on the subject of "chemtrails"
By the way, you missed a golden opportunity for an upsell...the hardhats spray-painted silver will stop x-rays, you know...
By the way, you missed a golden opportunity for an upsell...the hardhats spray-painted silver will stop x-rays, you know...
T Bolt
Colonel
Paul, I want to thank you, it's been quite a while since I laughed that hard!
It's been kind of a rough week here, starting with my Mother-in-law passing away Saturday. My wife is the only child left so everything's fallen to her. The wake was yesterday and the Funeral today and we're all exhausted. My kids are starting to think November is a cursed month. Last year it was my aunt and several years ago it was my wife's sister. All the older generation of either of our families is now gone and the current generation is pretty small with only My brother left other that cousins. Makes me feel old and I'm only 50 D@mmit!
It's been kind of a rough week here, starting with my Mother-in-law passing away Saturday. My wife is the only child left so everything's fallen to her. The wake was yesterday and the Funeral today and we're all exhausted. My kids are starting to think November is a cursed month. Last year it was my aunt and several years ago it was my wife's sister. All the older generation of either of our families is now gone and the current generation is pretty small with only My brother left other that cousins. Makes me feel old and I'm only 50 D@mmit!
GrauGeist
Generalfeldmarschall zur Luftschiff Abteilung
Man, sorry to hear of your loss. There's never a good time to lose a family member and when they pass away near the same time of year, it makes it even harder to enjoy that season later on.
Nearly all of my direct family members are gone, only my Mom and her older sister remain on her side of the family. On Dad's side only his two younger brothers remain (his youngest brother passed several years ago)...
All the wonderful people of my youth are just about gone, this growing up thing, I don't like it all that much
Nearly all of my direct family members are gone, only my Mom and her older sister remain on her side of the family. On Dad's side only his two younger brothers remain (his youngest brother passed several years ago)...
All the wonderful people of my youth are just about gone, this growing up thing, I don't like it all that much
T Bolt
Colonel
Thanks Dave I really appreciate it.
What you said about all the wonderful people of our youth being gone is so true. My Dad's side of the family use to have a get together every year that started back in the early fifties. Might sound kind of crazy with Chicago's climate, but we all met out in the forest preserve on the first Sunday in November and cooked breakfast on Colman stoves and the parents passed around jugs of Bloody Mary's. It went on for something close to 50 years but when the last of the older generation died out, the first Sunday in November breakfast did too. Now it seems that I only see those cousins at funerals. One second cousin was at the wake yesterday and said he was thinking about trying to revive it. I hope he manages it. It was always a good time.
What you said about all the wonderful people of our youth being gone is so true. My Dad's side of the family use to have a get together every year that started back in the early fifties. Might sound kind of crazy with Chicago's climate, but we all met out in the forest preserve on the first Sunday in November and cooked breakfast on Colman stoves and the parents passed around jugs of Bloody Mary's. It went on for something close to 50 years but when the last of the older generation died out, the first Sunday in November breakfast did too. Now it seems that I only see those cousins at funerals. One second cousin was at the wake yesterday and said he was thinking about trying to revive it. I hope he manages it. It was always a good time.
Vic Balshaw
Major General
What a sad time for you all Glenn, sorry to hear your wife's mum passed, I was kind of hoping she would pull through after you wrote just over a week ago. It is hard to come to terms with the demise of the family, after my mum passed in Dec 2008, it just left me with my two kids and their four children and a nephew and niece. All aunts, uncles and cousins are long gone, so I can figure how your feeling. Anyway, thought are with you all.
Vic Balshaw
Major General
Paul, that was a scream. Make sure you write it down cause it sounds as though you will have some doozy's to tell in time and you could write a book.
