Tuesday, January 15, 2008


Some weird-o pulls up to the intercom. He's ordering and ordering, but I can't hear him because his obnoxious diesel truck engine is louder than a Spinal Tab concert.

"Can you please pull up, sir? I can't hear you," I say.

"Why can't you hear me? You're the only one that can't hear me over my engine," he says at the window, and then proceeds to rev the engine. I start to think that the problem with his guy isn't under his hood, but in his trousers.

1 comment:

Katrina said...

lol i get those all of the time. whats worse is diesel mixed with ambulance sirens and the idiotic customer trying to scream over both and then getting pissy panties with you because you couldn't understand lol