The crimes come in thick and fast. Stupid customers, stupid colleagues and photo documentation of some down right awful things.

It never stops for the Bra Police...

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Postcode and surgery

(phonecall)
CrazyR: it's cm6 igf
JT: are you sure? It should have a number before the two letters at the end...
CrazyR: try cm6 igs
JT: igs? It's not coming up with anything, do you mean a 1?
CrazyR: maybe, I call it i but yes a 1
JT: it's not coming up with you it's a completely different street
CrazyR: (rustles through papers, clearly finds a letter addressed to her) try cm6 1ga
JT: right...

CrazyR: I'm having surgery on my breasts, KB looked at me and spotted there was something wrong with them. I went to the doctors and they said she was right. What I'm trying to explain is that I need the receipt for the last time I was fitted and a letter saying I was professionally fitted on that day and the date. My surgeon has phoned up this morning asking for it.
JT: right. Was that the one in covent garden?
CrazyR: no, the one with you, I go to you much more
JT: and what one exactly?
CrazyR: the last one....

CrazyR's last one was a return, so, to be safe rather than sorry we printed them all off





Just so the good doctors realise just what a twat she is...





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