I was taking in a delievery at work today.  The streets were full of double parked trucks.  I was pushing a cart full of supplies on  the sidewalk when I saw a truck backing up.   The truck had no back up honkers and an old lady was just about to step behind the truck.
  I yelled, " Hey Lady!,  Hey lady!"  but she continued.  So I ran over and grabbed her arm.  My pliers were in my back pocket, and they got caught on the bumber of the truck, and I was spun around and my shoulder slammed the old lady.  She started yelling at me.   My tools fell out of my pocket and I had to pick them up fast due to the truck still moving.  The woman was just yelling, " Don't you dare touch me,  don't touch me!".
   I yelled back, " the tuck is backing up, you almost got hit."   
  She yelled that its illegal for it to not have beepers has it backs up.   
   I said you can't argue with a truck.
  She continued to yell.  I then noticed as I tried to put my pliers back in my pocket that the entire ass of my pants was ripped off.   So I had to put my tools in my front pocket and push the cart with my skivies exposed.
     She yelled and pointed at me  the entire time.
     Now I know how Spider Man feels...

Sylver Nightwind wrote on Sep 16^th, 2009 at 11:22pm:


TMI   

Doctor Foom wrote on Sep 17^th, 2009 at 10:07am:


I get "thanked" for doing my job all the time, they call me all sorts of pet names, make friendly hand gestures, and are more than happen to either inform of who they are, who they know, or that I don't know who I'm messing with.