...this has to be a fucking joke!
Oh my God, the repair man who fixed our washing machine about 10 minutes ago, has just come storming back up to the flat to complain that he's been given a parking ticket and that we had to give him the money for it.
He picked the wrong fucking day to mess with me.
I was in the shower and I overheard Duncan struggling to get rid of him (bless him, Duncan's not very good with confrontation) so I got out of the shower, covered in shampoo and soap, to tell him to sling his hook.
It quite clearly states that it's zoned parking at the entrance to our carpark.
I made it clear to the cheeky fat fuck that I did not give a shit about his problem and that if he had any complaints he could speak to our letting agency.
He said he would not come back to fix our washing machine ever again and, do you know what? I don't give a damn because I move in 3 weeks.
Fuck you, you lardy arsehole!
Leanne 1, workmen 0
He picked the wrong fucking day to mess with me.
I was in the shower and I overheard Duncan struggling to get rid of him (bless him, Duncan's not very good with confrontation) so I got out of the shower, covered in shampoo and soap, to tell him to sling his hook.
It quite clearly states that it's zoned parking at the entrance to our carpark.
I made it clear to the cheeky fat fuck that I did not give a shit about his problem and that if he had any complaints he could speak to our letting agency.
He said he would not come back to fix our washing machine ever again and, do you know what? I don't give a damn because I move in 3 weeks.
Fuck you, you lardy arsehole!
Leanne 1, workmen 0