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Not that I can think of, I'm afraid, but I have a friend who is useless at anything car-related who phoned me up back in the summer because he was trying to get a wheel off his car, he'd already managed to make a serious cut in his hand somehow.
I put the correct tool in the car and drove round to his house. When I arrived I asked for a piece of wood, placed it against the wheel and hit it once with the lump hammer I'd brought with me, the wheel then fell gracefully to the floor.
He said it was upsetting the other patients in the waiting room.
Boxed them up, printed off the shipping labels, sent them off together on the same day... Next day I got a message from one of the buyers, along the lines of: “Got the guitar, very well packed, great condition, but unfortunately not the one I bought!”
I’d only gone and stuck the labels on the wrong bloody guitars.
After much cursing and apologising I ended up paying for another 2 couriers to swap the guitars round again
When ever I go to that particular shop I go down the kitchen utensils isle and wind 2 or 3 egg timers up full and walk off.
This day I went for it, There must have been 20 of them after I'd wound them all up and put them back I turned round to see a member of the range staff just staring at me disapprovingly. I felt like a right bellend, I walked off and found my missus who then decided she would look all round the shop as slow as possible, The member of staff that caught me followed us round the shop the whole time.
It felt like it was happening in slow motion - first I lost my footing, then landed on my flabby arse, then my back and shoulders, and finally cracked the back of my head on the deck.
Hopefully it will have knocked some sense in.
I sent a.......’personal’ text message to the wife earlier this morning. I only realised it hadn’t gone to the right person when I received one back from my boss saying yes, but only if he could go first.
......shortly followed by "Excuse me, that's my trolley" from a red faced bargain hunter.
Last night in Tesco I heard the same phrase, looked around and had to remove all the sweets I just loaded into some woman's trolley.
Me and supermarket trolley's appear to not mix too well.
https://youtu.be/b-ZzqV9Lv_Q
Eventually dialling 999 at the same time as venturing cautiously downstairs.
Just after I told the operator that someone was breaking in I found my wife had set the breadmaker on a timer and it was making a racket in the kitchen.