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Discussion in 'Australia' started by nevgriff64, Mar 19, 2010.
You fit in here perfectly then.
You guys, even the blue tongues are climbing the screens
my favourite is to let the spiel flow and then stall them. And then depress them..
I listen to the blah, blah and then ask where they are in the world.
At this stage they play along and be nice to me.
Then do they have a window from their office. Whats the weather like.?
Then when they say they are in a cubicle, I say bummer and ask them if they are not important enough to have a window.
Then i let the conversation flow for a while, until i can find a reason to escalate the call to a supervisor.
Preferably someone important enough with a window and a view..
it’s then they twig.
Then i tell them the truth, i’m just wasting your time because i’m bored.
I hang up happy, they sit there thinking, fuck, he’s right, this is my life, i don’t even have a window..
Still owe ya beers @SFCootz
Hurry up and get here already
Mate, I had completely forgotten that. I accept the invitation. NO FOSTERS.
He said BEER, Cootzie - not chilled Possum Piss.
And honestly, I am on blood thinners so I will probably stick to a nice flat white. mmm.
I'm not sure I know how to answer that without landing in a world of hurt one way or the other!
It's not a trap. Promise.
Yeah, right - we know what happens when Women say it's not a trap.
It means, "I'll remember this FOREVER and keep reminding you of the terrible thing you said."
Paul Hogan apparently was the only Australian EVER to drink that
Not so. I tried it once. About 1980ish. Once.
Fosters and sex in a kayak
I had a Fosters in a pub in the UK in 2010 and had commented to someone that I couldn't remember the last time I'd drank the stuff (also in the UK about 35 years earlier), after the first mouthful I was asked what I thought of it. I just replied that "I can see why we export it".
I remember reading that some years ago the Indian government went to the Australian government embassy in India with a formal complaint about the over the top abuse their telemarketers were receiving when calling Australians. Would have loved to be there, "if you don't want to ba abused, then don't call"
I did realise the poor buggers are just trying to earn a quid so I now always say "sorry, not interested". When the persist, as they are trained to do, I quickly interject, "I am really not interested, so far I have been polite, I could be rude if you like?" They hang up instantly
I drank some Fosters once. In 1978 I was living in London and one of my mates in Aus sent me a Christmas pack. It was the highlight under the Christmas tree that year.
He's also the only aussie to call a prawn a shrimp I think
Fosters was all we could get on Container ships, the Russian Captain of the APL Ivory loved it & I would tolerate it, the only other thing plentiful was vodka..
I think it was a different brew though, 355ml bottle non twist top with a foil cover over the cap.
It's interesting how quickly we adapt to whatever is available . Only the first couple taste a bit different and then it's business as usual. I spent some time working in Eastern Europe in the 90's and often only the local beers were available at the time.
Also in PNG, SP tastes OK after the first few (my old mate up there tells me that it's the same with women)