today I had to wait in for a couple of parcels which I had ordered from the Same company,

It was one of those annoying all day calls, the bloke turned up about 2pm.

He knocked on the door and when I answered he said "I have a parcel for you"waving a small package at me.
To which I replied " do you have any more?"
which I thought was perfectly normal and not rude in anyway.
he then snapped back at me "I've got another two but I can't carry then all at once" then muttered something about one pair of hands.
the funny thing was he then disappeared to fetch the other parcels and I said out loud " Keep your hair on you miserable git" and I turned round and he was stood a the door again, he had obviously heard what I had said. and at first I was embarrassed that he had heard me but then I though to hell with it if he hadn't have been so grumpy I would have been nice to him.

just wondered if anyone else has any of these story's. I have another one but I'll save it for later in the thread (if it ever gets going)it involves a Sheffield pop star and me and my big mouth!!!!lol

I used to go out with a girl called Anne but at the same time I was rather taken with another girl called Angela or Ang. Anne knew about Ang and vice versa and when the pair of them were together I'm sure they used to wind me up a little. Anyway one evening Anne and I had a disagreement which led to an arguement, in the heat of the row i accidently called her Ang........ The cold fury of her expresion will haunt me forever and I had to think very rapidly indeed. I then claimed that I'd called her the wrong name intentionally because I was trying to shock her into shutting up so I could get a word in, she had been bending my ear rather severely for over a minute by this point.
I got away with it somehow!!

I have got many tales of grumpy old tw**s. Some people don't seem to have anything more important in their lives than having a moan. I parked outside the post office one day and needed to turn round in the road. The dancing school directly across the road had an open driveway so I pulled up it to do my three point turn and this grumpy old fart came out and tutted loudly at me so I wound my window down and politely asked him what was wrong to which he replied that I was turning in his driveway. I was having a really bad day anyway as I was stressed out with my son who is autistic and causes me stress 24/7, so when he said that it was like red rag to a bull cos I then asked him if I was actually causing him any harm by turning round. He was speechless! I told him that I was very sorry to have spoilt his day. I thought, "Good God, if that is the worst that you have got to put up with in your life, then you are bloody lucky". He looked at me like I was a piece of poo but I was glad that I stuck up to him.

Blimey Charlie!
I could fill up the whole bandwidth of this forum & then some with tales of nasty mouthed grumpy bleeders I've had to be civil to in my time in the NHS! :rolleyes:

I am great at putting my foot in it, and it always seems to be with grumps.

but the next one wasn't a grump and I felt very silly indeed

A few years ago a had a group of friends who knew the band members of the human league, although they knew them well I had never met them, but had always called Phil Oakey Phil Karaoke which in my younger days I found highly amusing.

On the first night that I ever met him we were all meeting in a bar, I was there quite early though there were a few of my mates already there, I walked up to them and said "where's Phil Karaoke then?" rather loudly, all my mates looked a bit sheepish to which I said "He's behind me, isn't he?" and he was!
I went quickly to the bar and got a bit of dutch courage to face him again armed with his favourite tipple.

we were great mates after that, but he sometimes still ribs me about it.

i tend to speak before i think, so i jump in with both feet. i took my kids on holiday a couple of years ago, we were on the beach and they asked me if they could have a ride on the donkeys, after being pestered for some time i said , oh come on then lets go and find those scabby donkys , not realising what id said. but we got to the donkys and both my kids shouted , look mum we found the scabby donkys, i didnt know where to put my face when the owner gave me such a disgusted look.

I had a pet frog once called croak!! No matter how many times I kissed it still would not turn into a princess. All I got was hundreds of warts in my mouth and bad breath.


That’s the last time I believe in fairy tales.

Oops sorry wrong thread.