Classic from the Mrs! Vol 2
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Willy Nilly said:
davek_964 said:
G/f currently works a 40 hour week and may move to a role which is a 60 hour week.
Me: That's a lot of hours, it's a 50% increase
Her: No it's not, it's a third
Me: I'm pretty sure that it's 50%
Her: No, I currently work 8 hour days, and this will be 12 hour days so it's an extra third
Me: No. It's an increase of 50%, but 8 hours is two thirds of 12 hours and 40 hours is two thirds of 60 hours.
Her: I know that, I'm not stupid. But if you take it as chunks of 20 hours then it's a third and that's how I'm doing it.
Me: ok....
Assuming she takes this with her in future wage negociations, we can probably deduce why women earn less than men. Me: That's a lot of hours, it's a 50% increase
Her: No it's not, it's a third
Me: I'm pretty sure that it's 50%
Her: No, I currently work 8 hour days, and this will be 12 hour days so it's an extra third
Me: No. It's an increase of 50%, but 8 hours is two thirds of 12 hours and 40 hours is two thirds of 60 hours.
Her: I know that, I'm not stupid. But if you take it as chunks of 20 hours then it's a third and that's how I'm doing it.
Me: ok....
Willy Nilly said:
davek_964 said:
G/f currently works a 40 hour week and may move to a role which is a 60 hour week.
Me: That's a lot of hours, it's a 50% increase
Her: No it's not, it's a third
Me: I'm pretty sure that it's 50%
Her: No, I currently work 8 hour days, and this will be 12 hour days so it's an extra third
Me: No. It's an increase of 50%, but 8 hours is two thirds of 12 hours and 40 hours is two thirds of 60 hours.
Her: I know that, I'm not stupid. But if you take it as chunks of 20 hours then it's a third and that's how I'm doing it.
Me: ok....
Assuming she takes this with her in future wage negociations, we can probably deduce why women earn less than men. Me: That's a lot of hours, it's a 50% increase
Her: No it's not, it's a third
Me: I'm pretty sure that it's 50%
Her: No, I currently work 8 hour days, and this will be 12 hour days so it's an extra third
Me: No. It's an increase of 50%, but 8 hours is two thirds of 12 hours and 40 hours is two thirds of 60 hours.
Her: I know that, I'm not stupid. But if you take it as chunks of 20 hours then it's a third and that's how I'm doing it.
Me: ok....
SpeckledJim said:
davek_964 said:
Indeed - although I think she earns plenty. My house would fit in her lounge.
Disgusting euphemism?* From very poor, not worth repeating, not very funny, joke from when I was about 11.
Nudge nudge wink wink know wot I mean?TwigtheWonderkid said:
I think you'll find that a complete inability to understand percentages is pretty common across both sexes. The general standard of understanding of the most basic maths in the UK is dreadful.
We had a graduate trainee and she asked me "How do you work out what per cent one number is of another? I seen to remember doing that at primary school.CanAm said:
TwigtheWonderkid said:
I think you'll find that a complete inability to understand percentages is pretty common across both sexes. The general standard of understanding of the most basic maths in the UK is dreadful.
We had a graduate trainee and she asked me "How do you work out what per cent one number is of another? I seen to remember doing that at primary school.And an anti-Mrs classic.
A cashier serving Mrs Noise was having trouble working out change. She worked out loud the change and the cashier looked at her as if she were a supercomputer!
/Cool story
CanAm said:
TwigtheWonderkid said:
I think you'll find that a complete inability to understand percentages is pretty common across both sexes. The general standard of understanding of the most basic maths in the UK is dreadful.
We had a graduate trainee and she asked me "How do you work out what per cent one number is of another? I seen to remember doing that at primary school.jet_noise said:
While we're in the grumpy old gits/the world we live in/young people/state of education today mode.
And an anti-Mrs classic.
A cashier serving Mrs Noise was having trouble working out change. She worked out loud the change and the cashier looked at her as if she were a supercomputer!
/Cool story
In a local cafe recently, a customer's faulty debit card was preventing the use of the computerised cash register. After a while the manageress produce a calculator so that the waitress could total my bill. Two items at £2.70 each plus one at £1; she tapped away furiously while I already had the correct cash waiting. "£8.50 please" she proudly announced. "I don't think so" I replied. She tried again, "£6.80"! And an anti-Mrs classic.
A cashier serving Mrs Noise was having trouble working out change. She worked out loud the change and the cashier looked at her as if she were a supercomputer!
/Cool story
"Sod it" I thought, "Close enough" I said.
Watching F1 a couple of years back, and after the pre-race press conference my other half turns to me and says
"You never see his dog anymore"
"dog"? I reply
"Yes, doesn't he have a St Bernanrd - Schnorbitz"?
There was a brief pause, then the penny dropped and looking at her child like inquisitive little pixie face I replied "I think you'll find that's Bernie Winters, not Bernie Ecclestone"
"Oh", and off she skipped to do something with hanging baskets....
Edited by Labradorofperception on Friday 30th March 13:01
Labradorofperception said:
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"Yes, doesn't he have a St Bernanrd - Schnorbitz"?
...
My wife and I enjoyed that joke. Thank you."Yes, doesn't he have a St Bernanrd - Schnorbitz"?
...
Then I said "Clement Freud had a big slobery dog in his adverts, didn't he? Was that a St Bernard"
Wife "No. It looked like one but I think it was a dachshund."
???
Driving along and ‘Alright now’ by ‘Free’ comes on the radio:
Me: who’s this’
Her: Don’t know, but I can picture him.
Me: Him? It’s ‘Free’, they’re a band not a he.
Her: ah, I was thinking of wassisname, you know, long hair, spiky.
Me: nope, no idea.
Her: you know, he had skinny legs (!!!!)
Me: David Bowie?
Her: no, the other one.
WTF!?!?!?!?!
Me: who’s this’
Her: Don’t know, but I can picture him.
Me: Him? It’s ‘Free’, they’re a band not a he.
Her: ah, I was thinking of wassisname, you know, long hair, spiky.
Me: nope, no idea.
Her: you know, he had skinny legs (!!!!)
Me: David Bowie?
Her: no, the other one.
WTF!?!?!?!?!
Antony Moxey said:
Driving along and ‘Alright now’ by ‘Free’ comes on the radio:
Me: who’s this’
Her: Don’t know, but I can picture him.
Me: Him? It’s ‘Free’, they’re a band not a he.
Her: ah, I was thinking of wassisname, you know, long hair, spiky.
Me: nope, no idea.
Her: you know, he had skinny legs (!!!!)
Me: David Bowie?
Her: no, the other one.
WTF!?!?!?!?!
She means Rod Stewart! Me: who’s this’
Her: Don’t know, but I can picture him.
Me: Him? It’s ‘Free’, they’re a band not a he.
Her: ah, I was thinking of wassisname, you know, long hair, spiky.
Me: nope, no idea.
Her: you know, he had skinny legs (!!!!)
Me: David Bowie?
Her: no, the other one.
WTF!?!?!?!?!
CanAm said:
n a local cafe recently, a customer's faulty debit card was preventing the use of the computerised cash register. After a while the manageress produce a calculator so that the waitress could total my bill. Two items at £2.70 each plus one at £1; she tapped away furiously while I already had the correct cash waiting. "£8.50 please" she proudly announced. "I don't think so" I replied. She tried again, "£6.80"!
"Sod it" I thought, "Close enough" I said.
I had one a bit like that a while back; we’d gone to a local garden centre, and whilst there went into their cafe to get a couple of coffees and a cake. "Sod it" I thought, "Close enough" I said.
For the sake of the story the bill came to £6.75, and not wanting to add to my pocket full of change I gave the cashier £11.75, as you do.
She looked baffled and said, ‘it’s too much, the bill’s only £6.75’,
‘I know’, I said, ‘but I would like a fiver as change please’
She looked at me, confused, looked at the money I’d given her for a moment, then went to talk to her boss. I couldn’t hear the conversation but could see him nodding and it looked like he was saying something like ‘yes, it’s ok’.
Eventually she came back, put the money into the toll and gave me £5.00. Still looked utterly confused though, although in her defence she was quite young, quite possibly still in school or college doing a weekend job.
Super Slo Mo said:
I had one a bit like that a while back; we’d gone to a local garden centre, and whilst there went into their cafe to get a couple of coffees and a cake.
For the sake of the story the bill came to £6.75, and not wanting to add to my pocket full of change I gave the cashier £11.75, as you do.
She looked baffled and said, ‘it’s too much, the bill’s only £6.75’,
‘I know’, I said, ‘but I would like a fiver as change please’
She looked at me, confused, looked at the money I’d given her for a moment, then went to talk to her boss. I couldn’t hear the conversation but could see him nodding and it looked like he was saying something like ‘yes, it’s ok’.
Eventually she came back, put the money into the toll and gave me £5.00. Still looked utterly confused though, although in her defence she was quite young, quite possibly still in school or college doing a weekend job.
To be fair to the younger generation cash is a bit of an archaic concept. Maybe we could improve their mental maths by getting them to take up darts and working out finishes.For the sake of the story the bill came to £6.75, and not wanting to add to my pocket full of change I gave the cashier £11.75, as you do.
She looked baffled and said, ‘it’s too much, the bill’s only £6.75’,
‘I know’, I said, ‘but I would like a fiver as change please’
She looked at me, confused, looked at the money I’d given her for a moment, then went to talk to her boss. I couldn’t hear the conversation but could see him nodding and it looked like he was saying something like ‘yes, it’s ok’.
Eventually she came back, put the money into the toll and gave me £5.00. Still looked utterly confused though, although in her defence she was quite young, quite possibly still in school or college doing a weekend job.
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