Yeah, but the bloke was probably trying a hit, AMcD does look a wee bit gay you know ....Just a tad too familiar methinks!
Yeah, but the bloke was probably trying a hit, AMcD does look a wee bit gay you know ....Just a tad too familiar methinks!
Happy as Larry me 'Hard Warwick Davis Top'Yeah, but the bloke was probably trying a hit, AMcD does look a wee bit gay you know ....
Its every other day sometimes Tony so infuriating.Yup. On both counts Steve.
Tony.
Of course sir. There is a small charge though. That will be an additional £50 for the company, £50 for me and £50 each to everyone in the queue.People who come into your work and expect you to drop everything your doing forget about customers already waiting to fix their car 1st .
PHEW. I thought you were talking about me there Karl. I can't help it, honest Guv.Drivers who travel at 30 mph between speed bumps, hit the brakes and slow down to 12 mph on approach, climb over the bloody thing and then speed back up to 30mph. And repeat process at next bump and so on down the road.
Does my head in . Especially when they are driving 'designer' off-roaders ???
Takes one to know one Sausage Pie!...Yeah, but the bloke was probably trying a hit, AMcD does look a wee bit gay you know ....
Agreed. I remember when petrol stations just sold stuff for cars, a few chocolate bars and fags. Buy water in a bottle, nah, no one will buy that when it's free from the tap!How about filling stations that sell everything under the sun. You wait patiently to pay for your fuel while people in front of you in the queue order a hot sausage roll and 2 Cornish pasties. Then one of the bar codes does not work so the cashiers hold an inquest into the failings of their antiquated till. Meanwhile the customer is on the phone discussing something of worldwide importance and does not think to have any money/card ready until the very last second. Grrrrrr.
Seem to recall (from my early childhood I hope you understand) petrol stations having someone who came out to you and filled your car up for you, took your money and came back with the change. No shop, just an oily office with an oil covered desk and cash register sporting a nice bell that went ding!Agreed. I remember when petrol stations just sold stuff for cars, a few chocolate bars and fags. Buy water in a bottle, nah, no one will buy that when it's free from the tap!
Yes, my father owned such a business for 30 years - I grew up putting petrol in cars on Saturday mornings and during school holidays. Also checked oil, topped up radiators, checked tyres (generally got a tip) and learnt much about life from the full time petrol pump attendant who was a real character - happy days, all long gone.Seem to recall (from my early childhood I hope you understand) petrol stations having someone who came out to you and filled your car up for you, took your money and came back with the change. No shop, just an oily office with an oil covered desk and cash register sporting a nice bell that went ding!