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I meant to post this early...
This morning at about 11 I was awoken with many thuds on my front door which wouldn't stop.
My family were all out shopping or something so I thought I better see what it was...
As I'd only been asleep a few hours I must have looked pretty bad and was having trouble seeing...
Without thinking I unlocked the door to be confronted with a freezing cold wind and a horrible lady:
" Got yer Bettware caaaatalogue "
" whhhh... sorry? "
" Catalogue put it through door friday "
" Sorry I don't know what your talking about "
" Look I need it back "
" I'm sorry I don't think we want anything "
" Nah I need it back "
* DOOR CLOSED*
Went back to bed.
The fecking cheek of these people. They put something through my door, something we never asked for. Then bang about 15 times on my door on a Sunday morning asking for it back, and then they are shocked when you you have an expression of sheer hate on their face.
Twunts.
This morning at about 11 I was awoken with many thuds on my front door which wouldn't stop.
My family were all out shopping or something so I thought I better see what it was...
As I'd only been asleep a few hours I must have looked pretty bad and was having trouble seeing...
Without thinking I unlocked the door to be confronted with a freezing cold wind and a horrible lady:
" Got yer Bettware caaaatalogue "
" whhhh... sorry? "
" Catalogue put it through door friday "
" Sorry I don't know what your talking about "
" Look I need it back "
" I'm sorry I don't think we want anything "
" Nah I need it back "
* DOOR CLOSED*
Went back to bed.
The fecking cheek of these people. They put something through my door, something we never asked for. Then bang about 15 times on my door on a Sunday morning asking for it back, and then they are shocked when you you have an expression of sheer hate on their face.
Twunts.
I see your point. Except someone my age, at my school, who has the most annoying voice known to man (or in her case, woman) and she comes round at 8 in the morning on a Saturday.
And moans
And moans
Until i tell her to p*ss off
My urges to kill brought on by SOE grow more each day.
And moans
And moans
Until i tell her to p*ss off
My urges to kill brought on by SOE grow more each day.
My mum occasionally orders something from them, and the bloke who comes for the catalogues usually comes on an afternoon.
But I take it your local betterware bloke is about as considerate as a fruit fly.
But I take it your local betterware bloke is about as considerate as a fruit fly.
I meant to post this early...
This morning at about 11 I was awoken with many thuds on my front door which wouldn't stop.
My family were all out shopping or something so I thought I better see what it was...
As I'd only been asleep a few hours I must have looked pretty bad and was having trouble seeing...
Without thinking I unlocked the door to be confronted with a freezing cold wind and a horrible lady:
" Got yer Bettware caaaatalogue "
" whhhh... sorry? "
" Catalogue put it through door friday "
" Sorry I don't know what your talking about "
" Look I need it back "
" I'm sorry I don't think we want anything "
" Nah I need it back "
* DOOR CLOSED*
Went back to bed.
The fecking cheek of these people. They put something through my door, something we never asked for. Then bang about 15 times on my door on a Sunday morning asking for it back, and then they are shocked when you you have an expression of sheer hate on their face.
Twunts.
This morning at about 11 I was awoken with many thuds on my front door which wouldn't stop.
My family were all out shopping or something so I thought I better see what it was...
As I'd only been asleep a few hours I must have looked pretty bad and was having trouble seeing...
Without thinking I unlocked the door to be confronted with a freezing cold wind and a horrible lady:
" Got yer Bettware caaaatalogue "
" whhhh... sorry? "
" Catalogue put it through door friday "
" Sorry I don't know what your talking about "
" Look I need it back "
" I'm sorry I don't think we want anything "
" Nah I need it back "
* DOOR CLOSED*
Went back to bed.
The fecking cheek of these people. They put something through my door, something we never asked for. Then bang about 15 times on my door on a Sunday morning asking for it back, and then they are shocked when you you have an expression of sheer hate on their face.
Twunts.