Open mouth insert foot .
 

Im busy this morning . One of those days, swear Ive had 20 people in and out the door all morning, all the while , I'm with a waiting customer . I was a little bit scrambled already
Im just about done with my morning appointment , when in the door walks, this nutcase who used to deliver auto parts. They fired him , because, frankly , he is just weird, and got on everybody's nerves . Im a pretty laid back guy, and had to ask him several times to please exit my personal space.
Any how, him and his weird kid are trying to discuss the theory in how a BMW"S pcv system works with me, I am not interested at this time, and all the while, I am trying to finish up for this customer who is standing there waiting. . I'm trying to be polite, but they are the type that never let you get a word in edgewise .
I had to run up stairs to my office, and get on the phone with the parts store to make my next parts order while I am writing up the bill for the customer that is still here, waiting to check out.
I start telling the guy at the parts store " Hey, Joe, remember that ozzy looking fruitcake that used to deliver for you , he is here and driving me nuts again " I made a few other bad statements about the guy also. I was kind of annoyed, just I like used to get when he worked for them and would make daily deliveries to me. He got fired , because several other shops, including me, asked that he not make parts runs to them anymore. Really strange guy .
Just then, I hear the toilet flush, and out of my bathroom, walks his other kid . I did not even know he was here , or in the building, and hejust helped himself to my restroom.
He heard the whole thing, and shot me a really dirty look as he was walking by .
As I was finishing up with my waiting customer, I heard their car, hurriedly leave my lot .
I guess Id be pissed also , if I just sat there listening to someone talk smack on my dad .
!0 minutes later, I go to use the bathroom, and the little fucher clogged my toilet .

"dis my pcv and I'll clog your pvc "

Small price to pay to never have to see them again...

I used to work at a professional photo lab. Back in the olden days when film was the only way to take pictures. Prints would drop off the processor and the employee working on that order would grab it, and go make manual color corrections to make it look the best possible. Often when prints dropped off and it was a photo of a person, rude and inappropriate but usually funny comments were made by a few of the guys working there. We were way in the back and no customer could hear them. One pretty young guy was the worst of all about it.

Anyway a photo of a extremely homely (really very ugly) old lady dropped off the processor into the collection tray. Very rude comments were made, again some kinda funny, but mostly mean stuff was said about some stranger that was likely a very nice lady. About then I walked up and grabbed the print because I was working on that work order. More comments were made and I finally turned to the guy that was the worst offender and sad in a low ANGRY voice "That's my mother" His jaw about hit the floor. He was besides himself. He bought me lunch and apologized for as week. It was a month or so later he finally figured out that lady was not my mother, when my real mother walked in. At first he was mad, but he said he did learn a lesson about making comments about people he does not know. He admitted I taught him a lesson.

Yes, I guess you could say, I just learned a valuable lesson today. Although, I am hopeful that I never see them again .
This is the type of guy, that if you engage, you are in for the long haul.

More like open toilet insert?

That is funny stuff right there .

Karma meet plunger.

God paid you back....

I had a pest...."FRIEND" who would call me 4 times a day ...and talk about what he found in a Thrift. He is a middle age college graduate Jewish guy whose father owned a janitorial service supply house in LA and grew up in upper MC Encino, CA. He is an obsessive compulsive degenerate gambler who is either flush with cash or can't pay his rent and rides the bus regardless. He lived for 6 years rent free in a high rise condo off the strip that had been foreclosed on. He has encyclopedic knowledge about noir movies, cloths and poker. He has a 1950's sensibility. He always has an angle and calculates what he is going to say next. Manipulative.

I finally told him I thought he was stupid and he hung up on me. I offended his sense of 50's decorum and was being tactless.I have not heard from him in 8 months. Now I am free, if I had only known how easy it was to get rid of him before.

Btw in 2015 he asked me about what Trumps chances were for winning. He mentioned that Trump was a reality tv star where he was a well known celebrity and that would make him a real contender. That made me seriously rethink Trump.

Great story, Glen....nice job with teaching the lad a lesson in a way he'll never forget. Kudos, sir!

Considering all the crazy stuff we all share with each other here.....in the back of my mind I'm always wary of who might read what I wrote here somewhere down the line.

You never know who's listening and you never know who's looking at your social media.....que 1984 by Orwell....

Eh. I wouldn't feel that embarrassed. I've done stuff like that before. I figure you weren't saying anything you didn't believe was true and it may end up working out in your favor.

What is awkward is when you tell someone point blank to their face that they are an idiot or that they have done something embarrassing and it doesn't register with them.

We used to have a one time client that spent like $80 with us total. We called him ET. He was completely convinced that extraterrestrials had come to Earth long ago and carved faces in the rocks of the Wichita Mountains that looked straight up. He was convinced they were the reason some of the national refuge is locked and the public have no access. Of course the real reason is the mean buffalo and Elk are kept back there. The ones the tolerate humans and cars are allowed to roam and can be seen from the road. The very unfriendly ones are locked up behind tall fences. And part of the refuge is the bombing range for Ft Sill. You don't want to wander around out there.

Anyway he would come in and want to browse through our historical aerial images of the area. We explained to him we were NOT a library, we sold photos for a living. We would put out an "ET alert" and make sure several of our friends would call back and we could get real busy.

It was great when Google Earth came out and he left us alone. He was a harmless wacko, but in the way of us making a living.