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Bullett said:
Virtually all my bills, statements, pay slips, insurance certificates etc are electronic these days. I have had to supply original for a proof of ID. So, I rang them up.
"can I email you the stuff?"
"nope, need to be original copies"
"they are originals, it's all electronic these days"
"no we need original copies"
"Yes, they are online, so I can p send them to you to upload back into your system"
"No they have to be physical"
"So I print them out, post them to you and you?"
"Yes"
So something that I could have turned around in 24 hours has now taken a week.
An extension on this one: my daughter was asked to take her driving documents, (both parts of the licence, insurance etc), to a police station for some reason - I'm assuming what used to be called a Producer, although I thought that was all done on computers nowadays. Anyway the person on the desk, (a civilian I think), wouldn't accept her insurance document as she'd printed it herself because as above all her insurance docs were electronic files only. Daughter calls me in tears as she doesn't know what to do, so I get her to email me the document file, I print it on quality stationery, I get a used A5 envelope and print the return address of the insurance company on the back, print a label with my daughter's details and stick it over my address on the front, I fold and unfold the new document a few times to give it that used look, put it in the envelope and pop round to the police station. The desk worker accepted it no problems and lectured my daughter on always having her original documents to hand so her dad didn't have to go searching for them "can I email you the stuff?"
"nope, need to be original copies"
"they are originals, it's all electronic these days"
"no we need original copies"
"Yes, they are online, so I can p send them to you to upload back into your system"
"No they have to be physical"
"So I print them out, post them to you and you?"
"Yes"
So something that I could have turned around in 24 hours has now taken a week.
bucksmanuk said:
At my local tip, Aylesbury, I was pouring old oil in to the relevant container when behind me, Bloke A is carrying across a little pink girl’s starter bike to the other disused bikes at the tip. He places it down, when Bloke B trots over and asks him if he can have it as his little girl needs a starter bike. Bloke A agrees this is a good idea and hands it over to Bloke B. job done – everybody happy - OH NO – no such luck…
A tip operative runs over and states that as the bike has been placed on the ground (for literally a few seconds) the bike now belongs to them (Eh? WTF?). If Bloke B wants the bike, he’ll have to hand over £20 for it. Bloke A and B are stood there gob smacked (as was I). This operative wasn’t budging and goes to grab the bike.
Quick as a flash Bloke A says he has changed his mind and takes the bike back to his car, and beckons Bloke B over. They drive out of the tip gates one behind the other, stop 20 yards away, and the bike is transferred over. The tip operative runs to the gate shouting at them for “breaking the law”, and takes their numbers down. All members of the public present were stunned…
Welcome to our wonderful world of recycling, and even better, reusing.
A relative once had a very similar thing - another person was about to remove an old generator from their car and agreed that the relative could have it. The generator had never even touched the floor (even if that was relevant) but the tip guy seemed to insist it was now their company's property. Apparently after a tug-of-war the tip guy realised he wasn't going to win.A tip operative runs over and states that as the bike has been placed on the ground (for literally a few seconds) the bike now belongs to them (Eh? WTF?). If Bloke B wants the bike, he’ll have to hand over £20 for it. Bloke A and B are stood there gob smacked (as was I). This operative wasn’t budging and goes to grab the bike.
Quick as a flash Bloke A says he has changed his mind and takes the bike back to his car, and beckons Bloke B over. They drive out of the tip gates one behind the other, stop 20 yards away, and the bike is transferred over. The tip operative runs to the gate shouting at them for “breaking the law”, and takes their numbers down. All members of the public present were stunned…
Welcome to our wonderful world of recycling, and even better, reusing.
I'm sure there is some relevant case law, the "touching the ground" probably stems from one case that relies on other contractual terms not relevant to public tips. Otherwise I could lose ownership of anything unloaded from my car to get to things I want to dispose of for example!
About 5 years ago I remember going to a Post Office to tax my car, I had all the relevant documents however when I handed them over the conversation went like this:
Her - "We can't accept this insurance certificate as it isn't the original"
Me - "What do you mean, that's the original I got through the post"
Her - "Look, you can see the signature is printed and not real ink"
Me - "Do you really think that the MD of the insurance company personally signs every single certificate they send out?"
Her - "yep, we can't accept anything other then a real signature in ink, not a printed one"
Anyway she ended up calling the manager over who agreed with her, they both genuinely believed that every certificate issued was physically signed by the Managing Directors hand!
I just went to a different post office who sorted it with no problems!
Her - "We can't accept this insurance certificate as it isn't the original"
Me - "What do you mean, that's the original I got through the post"
Her - "Look, you can see the signature is printed and not real ink"
Me - "Do you really think that the MD of the insurance company personally signs every single certificate they send out?"
Her - "yep, we can't accept anything other then a real signature in ink, not a printed one"
Anyway she ended up calling the manager over who agreed with her, they both genuinely believed that every certificate issued was physically signed by the Managing Directors hand!
I just went to a different post office who sorted it with no problems!
Chlamydia said:
Bullett said:
Virtually all my bills, statements, pay slips, insurance certificates etc are electronic these days. I have had to supply original for a proof of ID. So, I rang them up.
"can I email you the stuff?"
"nope, need to be original copies"
"they are originals, it's all electronic these days"
"no we need original copies"
"Yes, they are online, so I can p send them to you to upload back into your system"
"No they have to be physical"
"So I print them out, post them to you and you?"
"Yes"
So something that I could have turned around in 24 hours has now taken a week.
An extension on this one: my daughter was asked to take her driving documents, (both parts of the licence, insurance etc), to a police station for some reason - I'm assuming what used to be called a Producer, although I thought that was all done on computers nowadays. Anyway the person on the desk, (a civilian I think), wouldn't accept her insurance document as she'd printed it herself because as above all her insurance docs were electronic files only. Daughter calls me in tears as she doesn't know what to do, so I get her to email me the document file, I print it on quality stationery, I get a used A5 envelope and print the return address of the insurance company on the back, print a label with my daughter's details and stick it over my address on the front, I fold and unfold the new document a few times to give it that used look, put it in the envelope and pop round to the police station. The desk worker accepted it no problems and lectured my daughter on always having her original documents to hand so her dad didn't have to go searching for them "can I email you the stuff?"
"nope, need to be original copies"
"they are originals, it's all electronic these days"
"no we need original copies"
"Yes, they are online, so I can p send them to you to upload back into your system"
"No they have to be physical"
"So I print them out, post them to you and you?"
"Yes"
So something that I could have turned around in 24 hours has now taken a week.
I've done something very similar when I was in a spot of bother. It could've gone horribly wrong but the dumb WPC at the desk gave it a cursory glance and said "yes that looks all in order to me and you don't look like the criminal type anyway" whilst handing the document back to me. If only she knew...
Edited by All that jazz on Monday 1st September 02:20
Bullett said:
Virtually all my bills, statements, pay slips, insurance certificates etc are electronic these days. I have had to supply original for a proof of ID. So, I rang them up.
"can I email you the stuff?"
"nope, need to be original copies"
"they are originals, it's all electronic these days"
"no we need original copies"
"Yes, they are online, so I can p send them to you to upload back into your system"
"No they have to be physical"
"So I print them out, post them to you and you?"
"Yes"
So something that I could have turned around in 24 hours has now taken a week.
Maybe they would have accepted scanned copies? Prrint them off and scan and email them"can I email you the stuff?"
"nope, need to be original copies"
"they are originals, it's all electronic these days"
"no we need original copies"
"Yes, they are online, so I can p send them to you to upload back into your system"
"No they have to be physical"
"So I print them out, post them to you and you?"
"Yes"
So something that I could have turned around in 24 hours has now taken a week.
Pet Troll said:
About 5 years ago I remember going to a Post Office to tax my car, I had all the relevant documents however when I handed them over the conversation went like this:
Her - "We can't accept this insurance certificate as it isn't the original"
Me - "What do you mean, that's the original I got through the post"
Her - "Look, you can see the signature is printed and not real ink"
Me - "Do you really think that the MD of the insurance company personally signs every single certificate they send out?"
Her - "yep, we can't accept anything other then a real signature in ink, not a printed one"
Anyway she ended up calling the manager over who agreed with her, they both genuinely believed that every certificate issued was physically signed by the Managing Directors hand!
I just went to a different post office who sorted it with no problems!
I had this a few years back. Not surprisingly the sub post office has now closed due to lack of business.Her - "We can't accept this insurance certificate as it isn't the original"
Me - "What do you mean, that's the original I got through the post"
Her - "Look, you can see the signature is printed and not real ink"
Me - "Do you really think that the MD of the insurance company personally signs every single certificate they send out?"
Her - "yep, we can't accept anything other then a real signature in ink, not a printed one"
Anyway she ended up calling the manager over who agreed with her, they both genuinely believed that every certificate issued was physically signed by the Managing Directors hand!
I just went to a different post office who sorted it with no problems!
bennyboydurham said:
I once made the grave mistake of accompanying some workmates to Ikea for breakfast. Now I don't much care for their furniture so quite why I imagined breakfast would be any better is hard to answer. Anyway Ikea offered at that time a 'cooked' breakfast for £2, and boy did it reflect its keen pricing, both in terms of taste and in the kind of folk who were in evidence around the place, seemingly only wiling away a bit of time until Wetherspoons opened for lunch.
The 'cooked' breakfast came with mushrooms, which I detest. I asked the spotty young chap if I could miss out the mushrooms and perhaps substitute them for an extra sausage to accompany the sad, shrivelled up chipolata-style specimen that occupied the plate. He stated that this was impossible, as he wasn't allowed to 'swap veg for meat'. Whilst I remonstrated with him over this rather pernicious rule, he continually waved a sausage in the air with a pair of tongs, almost to help him punctuate his point. Unfortunately for him he waved it a little too vigorously and it slipped from the tongs and landed with a splash in the beans on my plate. I took this as a omen and made a dash for the till....
I had the no veg for meat advice yesterday on the way to MotoGP, not so much a jobsworth story but: The 'cooked' breakfast came with mushrooms, which I detest. I asked the spotty young chap if I could miss out the mushrooms and perhaps substitute them for an extra sausage to accompany the sad, shrivelled up chipolata-style specimen that occupied the plate. He stated that this was impossible, as he wasn't allowed to 'swap veg for meat'. Whilst I remonstrated with him over this rather pernicious rule, he continually waved a sausage in the air with a pair of tongs, almost to help him punctuate his point. Unfortunately for him he waved it a little too vigorously and it slipped from the tongs and landed with a splash in the beans on my plate. I took this as a omen and made a dash for the till....
Me & Dad ordered 2 breakfasts but one without tomato or mushrooms (mine) perhaps extra bacon or sausage instead please, told to mention that to the bloke serving when we got to him.
Was promptly told, can't swap these for another sausage or bacon but can have another hash brown - didn't feel like arguing so accepted this. Dad, who's slightly hard & hearing & didn't hear this, asked why he didn't have one of those (pointing at a bit of black pudding) - 'they're 70p extra', when Dad finally heard what they said and seeing the queue already between till & food (not because of us), he politely declined.
Just as we were collecting our teas, Dad got called back & given the black pudding foc! He was well please but felt guilty when I pointed out my going without veg got him extra meat (he didn't feel guilty - just smug!).
Funkycoldribena said:
Chap I know put his bin out but they didnt empty it as it was just inside his gate (slightly blocks the pavement if put right out).According to the council bloke when he rang up, "they're not allowed on the property".Come Christmas time he pinned an envelope to his front door with "Happy Christmas Binmen" on it.They took it.It was empty.
Same neighbour - who is disabled - has found out she doesn't have to drag her wheelie bin outside her gate if she is put on a special list. If you're not on "the list" they won't step on to your property for "health and safety" reasons. Years ago working on a Government IT project I was sent to an office in the east end of Glasgow for a couple of weeks.
They allocated me a desk and I set to work and had been there a few days when the flourescent tube above my desk started to flicker a bit so I sought the 'janny' to replace the tube...
Me - S'cuse me mate, that tube is flickering. It's a bit annoying so would you mind replacing it please?
Janny - Can't do that I'm afraid.
Me - Oh, don't you have spares?
Janny - No, there's a cupboard full of them but I haven't been on the training course.
Me - Huh?
Janny - I'm not allowed to do it, I need to call someone out to replace light bulbs.
Me - Oh, right. How long will that take?
Janny - Well, the guy's in Greenock so it'll depend on how long he takes ont he job he's on and how long it takes him to get through the Glasgow traffic.
Me - Well, I replaced the tubes in my garage at the weekend, how about you give me the keys and I'll do it.
Janny - Can't allow you to do that for health and safety reasons.
Me - <sigh> Oh well, I'll just carry on until the guy appears then.
Janny - Naw, ye'r no' allowed. Health and safety. Canny let ye work wi' a faulty light over you.
There were no other desks available so I went home.
The other one was a few years ago when I tried to tax my car. It was over the Christmas holidays and because of the way the holidays fell there were only a handful of PO's open. OK, I should've done it beforehand but it'd slipped my mind.
The hand written MOT certificate had a Z on it that the lady behind the desk thought looked too much like a 7 as it had a score through it. I had all the other documentation and the car was parked outside in plain view so she could see the registration plate but still refused to issue it even though the plate would've made no sense if was a 7.
Meant I had to run around with no tax until a replacement MOT certificate arrived which took ages to come through because of the time of year.
They allocated me a desk and I set to work and had been there a few days when the flourescent tube above my desk started to flicker a bit so I sought the 'janny' to replace the tube...
Me - S'cuse me mate, that tube is flickering. It's a bit annoying so would you mind replacing it please?
Janny - Can't do that I'm afraid.
Me - Oh, don't you have spares?
Janny - No, there's a cupboard full of them but I haven't been on the training course.
Me - Huh?
Janny - I'm not allowed to do it, I need to call someone out to replace light bulbs.
Me - Oh, right. How long will that take?
Janny - Well, the guy's in Greenock so it'll depend on how long he takes ont he job he's on and how long it takes him to get through the Glasgow traffic.
Me - Well, I replaced the tubes in my garage at the weekend, how about you give me the keys and I'll do it.
Janny - Can't allow you to do that for health and safety reasons.
Me - <sigh> Oh well, I'll just carry on until the guy appears then.
Janny - Naw, ye'r no' allowed. Health and safety. Canny let ye work wi' a faulty light over you.
There were no other desks available so I went home.
The other one was a few years ago when I tried to tax my car. It was over the Christmas holidays and because of the way the holidays fell there were only a handful of PO's open. OK, I should've done it beforehand but it'd slipped my mind.
The hand written MOT certificate had a Z on it that the lady behind the desk thought looked too much like a 7 as it had a score through it. I had all the other documentation and the car was parked outside in plain view so she could see the registration plate but still refused to issue it even though the plate would've made no sense if was a 7.
Meant I had to run around with no tax until a replacement MOT certificate arrived which took ages to come through because of the time of year.
I did a shop at Tescos last week with my flat mate and other friend. At the self serve my lot added up to about £40 and I had picked up a bottle of Wine as it was on offer. The grouch ID'd me, kind of annoying but fair enough (I'm 24 and look it) but my ID was in the car as I picked it up spontaneously.
I said that I could be bothered walking to the car and left my wine with the troll. As we got to the car with the shopping I noticed my licence was in the cup holder so I went back in Tescos and asked for the bottle of wine as I had my ID now.
She told me that she needed to see the IDs of my friends as we were in a group -_- despite them being and looking older than me and one having a particularly large beard. Awkward old bint
I said that I could be bothered walking to the car and left my wine with the troll. As we got to the car with the shopping I noticed my licence was in the cup holder so I went back in Tescos and asked for the bottle of wine as I had my ID now.
She told me that she needed to see the IDs of my friends as we were in a group -_- despite them being and looking older than me and one having a particularly large beard. Awkward old bint
I went to my local doctors surgery and asked the receptionist if I could make an appointment to see a doctor. I was told that I couldn't do this and that I would have to return at either 8.15am or 10.30am the following day. Alternatively I could phone them and make the appointment.
I walked out of the surgery and while still in eyeshot of the receptionist through the glass door called the surgery on my mobile phone and made the same request, which she was happy to fulfil.
I walked out of the surgery and while still in eyeshot of the receptionist through the glass door called the surgery on my mobile phone and made the same request, which she was happy to fulfil.
Tip wombles !!
Last year my Gran died so i had lots and lots of visits when we emptied the house out. The blokes at the tip were asking if they could have this and that which was fine i just gave them the stuff.
Maybe a month later i went again with a load of stuff from my house, one of the blokes who id given a fair bit of my Grans things to gave me a right mouthfull about putting a bag which had genral rubbish and a couple of magazines inside into the wrong skip. Apparently your supposed to sort through your rubbish.
Yet another visit not long after was to take a old TV. The very same cheeky, hard faced bloke asked me if he could have it. His face was a picture when i said to him 'yes, if you want it go and f
king get it' as i launched it into the skip as hard as i could.
Last year my Gran died so i had lots and lots of visits when we emptied the house out. The blokes at the tip were asking if they could have this and that which was fine i just gave them the stuff.
Maybe a month later i went again with a load of stuff from my house, one of the blokes who id given a fair bit of my Grans things to gave me a right mouthfull about putting a bag which had genral rubbish and a couple of magazines inside into the wrong skip. Apparently your supposed to sort through your rubbish.
Yet another visit not long after was to take a old TV. The very same cheeky, hard faced bloke asked me if he could have it. His face was a picture when i said to him 'yes, if you want it go and f
king get it' as i launched it into the skip as hard as i could. Gareth79 said:
bucksmanuk said:
At my local tip, Aylesbury, I was pouring old oil in to the relevant container when behind me, Bloke A is carrying across a little pink girl’s starter bike to the other disused bikes at the tip. He places it down, when Bloke B trots over and asks him if he can have it as his little girl needs a starter bike. Bloke A agrees this is a good idea and hands it over to Bloke B. job done – everybody happy - OH NO – no such luck…
A tip operative runs over and states that as the bike has been placed on the ground (for literally a few seconds) the bike now belongs to them (Eh? WTF?). If Bloke B wants the bike, he’ll have to hand over £20 for it. Bloke A and B are stood there gob smacked (as was I). This operative wasn’t budging and goes to grab the bike.
Quick as a flash Bloke A says he has changed his mind and takes the bike back to his car, and beckons Bloke B over. They drive out of the tip gates one behind the other, stop 20 yards away, and the bike is transferred over. The tip operative runs to the gate shouting at them for “breaking the law”, and takes their numbers down. All members of the public present were stunned…
Welcome to our wonderful world of recycling, and even better, reusing.
A relative once had a very similar thing - another person was about to remove an old generator from their car and agreed that the relative could have it. The generator had never even touched the floor (even if that was relevant) but the tip guy seemed to insist it was now their company's property. Apparently after a tug-of-war the tip guy realised he wasn't going to win.A tip operative runs over and states that as the bike has been placed on the ground (for literally a few seconds) the bike now belongs to them (Eh? WTF?). If Bloke B wants the bike, he’ll have to hand over £20 for it. Bloke A and B are stood there gob smacked (as was I). This operative wasn’t budging and goes to grab the bike.
Quick as a flash Bloke A says he has changed his mind and takes the bike back to his car, and beckons Bloke B over. They drive out of the tip gates one behind the other, stop 20 yards away, and the bike is transferred over. The tip operative runs to the gate shouting at them for “breaking the law”, and takes their numbers down. All members of the public present were stunned…
Welcome to our wonderful world of recycling, and even better, reusing.
I'm sure there is some relevant case law, the "touching the ground" probably stems from one case that relies on other contractual terms not relevant to public tips. Otherwise I could lose ownership of anything unloaded from my car to get to things I want to dispose of for example!
"Sir, your shoes are now touching our floor so they're now ours. Off please and £20 to buy them back"
"Sir I see that your car is actually touching the floor at our recycling centre. That's ours now."
Fools!
Sorry to bring up the cinema again but had an incident last week. Was dropping my son off to meet his mates to watch the new Ninja Turtles movie. I had to stop to get some cash for him on the way, I intended to withdraw twenty quid, giving him a tenner for the cinema and me some money to pick up some bits for dinner, unfortunately the cash machine gave me a twenty pound note rather than the two tens I was expecting. When we got to the cinema I pulled up outside the doors and asked my son to run in and ask them if they could change the twenty for two tens (didn't want to just buy his ticket in case his mates changed their minds about what film to watch). Five minutes later he walks back out and tells me they'd refused to change the money. I went and parked and went into the pictures. I approached the lad on the counter and asked him why he couldn't change the money, he said he wasn't prepared to risk it as there was a chance the money could be fake. I just told him to give my son his ticket and whatever drink he wanted, then I paid with the same twenty pound note he had previously refused to change due to the risk of it being counterfeit. I pointed this out to him as I paid, he just stared blankly at me, shrugged, and said rules are rules. Muppet.
Edited by TONKA2 on Tuesday 28th October 09:01
TONKA2 said:
Sorry to bring up the cinema again but had an incident last week. Was dropping my son off to meet his mates to watch the new Ninja Turtles movie. I had to stop to get some cash for him on the way, I intended to withdraw twenty quid, giving him a tenner for the cinema and me some money to pick up some bits for dinner, unfortunately the cash machine gave me a twenty pound note rather than the two tens I was expecting. When we got to the cinema I pulled up outside the doors and asked my son to run in and ask them if they could change the twenty for two tens (didn't want to just buy his ticket in case his mates changed their minds about what film to watch). Five minutes later he walks back out and tells me they'd refused to change the money. I went and parked and went into the pictures. I approached the lad on the counter and asked him why he couldn't change the money, he said he wasn't prepared to risk it as there was a chance the money could be fake. I just told him to give my son his ticket and whatever drink he wanted, then I paid with the same twenty pound note he had previously refused to change due to the risk of it being counterfeit. I pointed this out to him as I paid, he just stared blankly at me, shrugged, and said rules are rules. Muppet.
Cinemas fault really. Obviously a policy and the muppet lad is just playing the game.Edited by TONKA2 on Tuesday 28th October 09:01
If you've paid for goods he has a defence, if he's disregarded policy and simply exchanged cash then he'll get his measly wages docked £20
Annoying but understandable to some extent.
Wife had a good one yesterday.
She went into the Doctors surgery for a routine check-up that they had requested she attend - they then berated her because according to her medical records she wasn't due that particular check-up for at least another 18 months
She went into the Doctors surgery for a routine check-up that they had requested she attend - they then berated her because according to her medical records she wasn't due that particular check-up for at least another 18 months
Edited by Moonhawk on Tuesday 28th October 10:04
Johnnytheboy said:
Funkycoldribena said:
Chap I know put his bin out but they didnt empty it as it was just inside his gate (slightly blocks the pavement if put right out).According to the council bloke when he rang up, "they're not allowed on the property".Come Christmas time he pinned an envelope to his front door with "Happy Christmas Binmen" on it.They took it.It was empty.
Same neighbour - who is disabled - has found out she doesn't have to drag her wheelie bin outside her gate if she is put on a special list. If you're not on "the list" they won't step on to your property for "health and safety" reasons. 
Edited by Moonhawk on Tuesday 28th October 10:03
graham22 said:
bennyboydurham said:
I once made the grave mistake of accompanying some workmates to Ikea for breakfast. Now I don't much care for their furniture so quite why I imagined breakfast would be any better is hard to answer. Anyway Ikea offered at that time a 'cooked' breakfast for £2, and boy did it reflect its keen pricing, both in terms of taste and in the kind of folk who were in evidence around the place, seemingly only wiling away a bit of time until Wetherspoons opened for lunch.
The 'cooked' breakfast came with mushrooms, which I detest. I asked the spotty young chap if I could miss out the mushrooms and perhaps substitute them for an extra sausage to accompany the sad, shrivelled up chipolata-style specimen that occupied the plate. He stated that this was impossible, as he wasn't allowed to 'swap veg for meat'. Whilst I remonstrated with him over this rather pernicious rule, he continually waved a sausage in the air with a pair of tongs, almost to help him punctuate his point. Unfortunately for him he waved it a little too vigorously and it slipped from the tongs and landed with a splash in the beans on my plate. I took this as a omen and made a dash for the till....
I had the no veg for meat advice yesterday on the way to MotoGP, not so much a jobsworth story but: The 'cooked' breakfast came with mushrooms, which I detest. I asked the spotty young chap if I could miss out the mushrooms and perhaps substitute them for an extra sausage to accompany the sad, shrivelled up chipolata-style specimen that occupied the plate. He stated that this was impossible, as he wasn't allowed to 'swap veg for meat'. Whilst I remonstrated with him over this rather pernicious rule, he continually waved a sausage in the air with a pair of tongs, almost to help him punctuate his point. Unfortunately for him he waved it a little too vigorously and it slipped from the tongs and landed with a splash in the beans on my plate. I took this as a omen and made a dash for the till....
Me & Dad ordered 2 breakfasts but one without tomato or mushrooms (mine) perhaps extra bacon or sausage instead please, told to mention that to the bloke serving when we got to him.
Was promptly told, can't swap these for another sausage or bacon but can have another hash brown - didn't feel like arguing so accepted this. Dad, who's slightly hard & hearing & didn't hear this, asked why he didn't have one of those (pointing at a bit of black pudding) - 'they're 70p extra', when Dad finally heard what they said and seeing the queue already between till & food (not because of us), he politely declined.
Just as we were collecting our teas, Dad got called back & given the black pudding foc! He was well please but felt guilty when I pointed out my going without veg got him extra meat (he didn't feel guilty - just smug!).
Had one with the DVLA a few years back. After passing my motorcycle test and sending away my license, they returned it to a random address over 100 miles away in which id never lived. I got it back eventually. Luckily the residents of the random address were very helpful and sent it to me after I contacted them.
The conversation was very frustrating at first, but quickly became amusing, which allowed me to keep my cool. I spoke with a young posh sounding woman, it went something like this:
Me: Hi, I haven't received my licence back yet, after having category A added.
DVLA girl: I can confirm it has been sent to you, and signed for.
Me: By who?
DVLA: You.
Me: What?... I've not recieved it, did you send it to my previous address at xxxx?
DVLA: No.
Me: Ok, what about xxxx or xxxx.
DVLA: No.
Me: I've never lived anywhere else, you have sent it to the wrong address. Can I please have that address so that I may have them send it to me?
DVLA: No, that's a security breach. We take security seriously.
Me: Obviously you don't, as you've sent photographic identification that belongs to me, to an unknown third party. I need my licence to get insurance, and for other legal reasons.
DVLA: We no longer hold your license, you'll have to contact the residents of the address to which it was sent, and work it out with them.
Me: You refused to give me that information. I want to speak to your manager.
DVLA: Ok, I'm prepared to give you the street name.
Me: That's not good enough.
DVLA: Ok, it was sent to xxxx.
Me: Have a nice day.
DVLA: Thankyou.
The conversation was very frustrating at first, but quickly became amusing, which allowed me to keep my cool. I spoke with a young posh sounding woman, it went something like this:
Me: Hi, I haven't received my licence back yet, after having category A added.
DVLA girl: I can confirm it has been sent to you, and signed for.
Me: By who?
DVLA: You.
Me: What?... I've not recieved it, did you send it to my previous address at xxxx?
DVLA: No.
Me: Ok, what about xxxx or xxxx.
DVLA: No.
Me: I've never lived anywhere else, you have sent it to the wrong address. Can I please have that address so that I may have them send it to me?
DVLA: No, that's a security breach. We take security seriously.
Me: Obviously you don't, as you've sent photographic identification that belongs to me, to an unknown third party. I need my licence to get insurance, and for other legal reasons.
DVLA: We no longer hold your license, you'll have to contact the residents of the address to which it was sent, and work it out with them.
Me: You refused to give me that information. I want to speak to your manager.
DVLA: Ok, I'm prepared to give you the street name.
Me: That's not good enough.
DVLA: Ok, it was sent to xxxx.
Me: Have a nice day.
DVLA: Thankyou.
Edited by Pebbles167 on Tuesday 28th October 15:41
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