Rambolic

Okay, I guess it’s expected in my line of work that I’ll come across one or two disgruntled customers. Only this morning did I have my eardrums perforated by some fool who’d broken his own case. But every so often I get something that’s worth mentioning to people. Last week I received a voicemail from a customer whose hard drive had been returned by him as faulty, but we’d found no fault – it was working fine. Now, I really applaud this guy for being able to string together such a lengthy intelligible sentence made up of predominantly foul language. I’m tempted to post the call recording, but I’m unsure about the legalities.

Any chance of any of you lazy idle good-for-nothing bunches of fucking idle shit-for-brains cunts can do anything? Leeds Trading Standards will be paying you a visit, very shortly, and if you can’t produce my fucking hard drive, that only I know the markings on, because it’s been specifically marked to ensure that it is not replaced of bullshitted about by you bunch of lazy useless cunts, and I’m gonna make sure you pay, double, what anybody else on this planet would sue the arses off you for. You bunch of fucking cunts.

Absolutely brilliant. Oh, and he wants my directors to give me my P45.