Post by frankiegth on Dec 30, 2008 17:50:28 GMT
A few years ago I had the mis-fortune to have a right humourless twonk of a gaffer, fortunately he just couldn't handle stupidity and as such left himself wide open to ridicule.
I'd returned to work on a Tuesday one week having been ill over the week-end, the conversation went thus.
Humourless Twonk: Where were you yesterday?
FGTH: I was at home.
HT: I know that.
FGTH: Well why did you ask?
HT: What was wrong with you?
FGTH: I don't know, I'm a fitter, not a doctor. ;D
Exit Humourless Twonk stage left.
I'd returned to work on a Tuesday one week having been ill over the week-end, the conversation went thus.
Humourless Twonk: Where were you yesterday?
FGTH: I was at home.
HT: I know that.
FGTH: Well why did you ask?
HT: What was wrong with you?
FGTH: I don't know, I'm a fitter, not a doctor. ;D
Exit Humourless Twonk stage left.
