Friday, November 14
Thursday, November 13
The Next Day
Funny how people hurt themselves on a Saturday night but it doesn't seem to hurt them till the following Sunday morning.
I had two trips to the hospital in a row this Sunday both had injury’s to the same leg, the first had been at a party where they played an old punk track and of course, the guy thought he would relive his youth and see if he could still pogo like way back in his teenage days.
The next said he had fallen over a kerb, bet he couldn't find it the next day though.
Reminds me of a few months back when I picked up a guy still very much the worse for wear who had fallen the night before. When he woke up, he saw something white on his elbow so he tried to brush it off; unfortunately, it turned out to be his bone sticking out! He was still laughing about it but that will have stopped when the alcohol wore off and the stitches went in.
On the way up to casualty, I said to him, you know when you get treated that the nurse will say to you that this wont hurt a bit. “Yes” he said expectantly “well she will be lying” I replied!
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Monday, November 3
Now and again, I will pick some joker up who tries to catch me out by asking to go to a street with no houses on which very few people have heard of.
A few local examples of these in Barrow in Furness are
St, and Wesley
Place. The only time I do get caught out funnily
enough is when at the end of a long busy tiring shift my mind will go blank when
I am asked to go to somewhere I go to every single day.
But the fun really starts when I get jobs in the outlying villages and countryside especially when I am given vague directions to a place with just a house name.
I always find that even in the most remote hamlets when I stop to ask the way it always turns out to be a stranger to the area or the local village idiot I pick.
On one particular job a while back I picked a chap who looked sensible enough but when asked the way he replied “Ista gaan duwn yonder ginnel past meda wi sterks bur tat la left an gaas on abit lal git ta laurel hedge ista gaas onabit las lare. So that's exactly what I did and amazingly, I found it fairly easily.
But I couldn't help keep laughing to myself after that thoughts kept entering my head of this guy doing the voice directions for those new fangled satellite navigation devices you get nowadays.
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Labels: Barrow in Furness, character, country, embarrassing, funny, idiot, local, odd, quirky, road, taxi
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