Idiot Alert!

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Let's see if I can nutshell this... I work for a company that makes electronic data capture applications that run on handheld devices, like Palm Pilots. A frequent use is as a diary given to patients participating in medical trials. They record their data and transmit it to our database over the telephone system.

Well, I took a customer support call this morning from someone who was wondering why she couldn't transmit her data. Turns out she was calling from a pay phone in the hall because she hasn't paid her phone bill and her telephone service has been shut off. Well, !

So how have your lives been touched by idiots today?

 

I probably have to do the same operation to my teeth again for the third time becouse of the dentist's mistake. Hurts like hell. I hate that guy so much!

 

I could easily fill this entire thread alone. I feel like I'm surrounded by idiots.

I was in a store yesterday, buying myself a tuxedo, and this storeguy was helping me. I'm tempted to name him storegay here, because for some reason he kept touching my ass whenever he straightened the clothing. He was actually offended when I told him to stop touching my ass. I mean, seriously, if you want to touch my ass, ask. Maybe I should put up a disclaimer or something

"No touching, stroking or caressing of this ass without written or verbal permission of the beforementioned ass' rightfull owner."



[ February 12, 2003, 18:17: Message edited by: Faragon ]

 

And that's me! Anyone, feel free to touch, stroke or caress Faragons ass!

 

*Shakes his fist at the empty skies.*

This is exactly what I mean. Idiots. All of them. Around me.

Master of Nuhn is the worst of them all. He's like their leader or something... Like their earthly link to the god of idiotism.

 

Faragon, LMAO!!!

 

I'm a high-priest of Yhdeeoth, God of uncontrolled sillyness, and I need a victem for my weekly ritual.

conversation tonight at diner:
Would you like something in your yoghurt, Thijs? (that's me)
-No, thanks mom, I like it all natural.
Some brown sugar, perhaps?
-No, thanks mom, just plain yoghurt.
Some blackberry marmelade?
-No mom, yoghurt only.
I got a bottle of very nice honey the neighbours gave me, maybe you'd l...
-MOM!
Okay, here it is...
*Ate some*
-Erm... mom? The yoghurt taste kinda weird...
I told you to take some honey or sugar!
-No, I mean weird as in spoiled.
It will taste better with some honey.
-But it will still be spoiled, mom!
What? It's the best honey I ever tasted, now don't complain and eat your yoghurt!
-Here taste, mom!
Yuch!
-And now I put some honey in it. Taste again please...
What y... Why... Oh, what a loss!
-Exactly what I wanted to make clear, mom.
Well, get some new yoghurt then. There's an other litre. *I get some* Don't you want some honey in it?
-Erm... -sigh- NO!

 

Heh heh. Remember me when I first was learning how to post news...?

No prob mate.

[ February 12, 2003, 20:39: Message edited by: Z-Layrex ]

 

I know what you mean, Taluntain. The latest disappointment was a *certain* person who lives in Texas: promised to make a proper analysis of my story... week: "yes, yes; I will do it soon." Two weeks: "ok! I promise!" Month: "sorry pal, got too much to do." Conclusion: if someone cannot do it right now, inside a week, he cannot do it at all. Rot in Hell.

[ February 12, 2003, 21:08: Message edited by: Virne ]

 

Aargh! What would you do with this guy?

One of my friends had a very good CD. I borrowed it and an other friend (we both know him) offered me to copy it. The first friend and I agreed with that. Now how long does it take for some piracy? 1 hour? After several times asking for the CD, he said he didn't have a cd-writer and lend it to someone else to do the job. This mysterical guy (according to the 2nd friend) sais he never got the CD.
What should I have said to this friend? 'Thanks for offering anyway'?

 

Well, if the receptionist from my office were involved - she tells me that calls came in, but rarely gets who they're from, when they were received, and the nature of the calls all correct, let alone the phone number! - it's entirely believable that the CD disappeared en route.

I'd say the last guy who had it is responsible for replacement, especially since the original owner agreed to have him do the copying.

[ February 12, 2003, 21:41: Message edited by: Rallymama ]

 

Idiotism is spreading...
First:This happened to me in an airplane,the woman next to me told me that it was very hot and she tried to bash windows(in airplane).I asked her what was she doing and she said that she was trying to open the windows(we're flying btw). She even complained about productors of airplane and how they don't think of us.
Total Idiot
Second:Fatal Grandma(my Grandma)
Grandma:Hey Khelben a film has started
Me:What's its name?
Grandma:Columbia Pictures
Oh well...it's my grandma
Third:School,Maths Lesson
A Student:Sir,this is incorrect their blah blah is not blah blah but it's blah blah blah
Teacher:Ahm,eeee,you found it 10 minutes later?
"I was testing you"
No comment

 

i had a great one today. to give a brief idea of it, My house is on a bend of a busy road that peole in theyre cars often end up sat at during the rush hour congestion. For this reason people like to hang banners on my hedge row because lots of people will see them. about 60% of people ask for permission (80% of those even offer me money for it). The rest however that just see my house as a giant billboard often find theyre banners have been cut down or have vanished. one of these people today decided to confront me.

Me: Can i help you?
him: Yeah you b**ch you cut down my banner
Me: and?
him: It took me hours to make that!
Me: wow it took like ten secons to cut down you must be crushed
him: well i want compensating for the tarpaulin i wasted!
Me: Well how I call the police?
Him: For what? all i wanted was to advertise my party!
Me: well how about vandalism?
Him: How the hell is that vandalism?
Me: Well you hung a fifteen foot long banner on my house, that would be considered vandalism.
Him: Well my sons a lawyer!
Me: really? hows that working out for ya?
Him: Ill sue!
Me: On what grounds sir?
Him: Criminal damage you b**ch!
Me: But by abandoning it on my property, which by the way is also known as littering, you lost all rights to it.
him: I diddnt abandon it, i left it there for a reason, im going to sue you!
Me: Ok then, ill phone the police, you need to report it for evidence, ill be right back.

when i came back he was gone, i guess the prospect of a woman who wasnt stupid was too much for him.

 

Well, Im not Sure if this would count as being an idoit but during American History class Today.
My friend (i kinda wish she was more then a friend, but im taken right now) gets up out of her chair to go the her locker. She picks up the pass from the board, turns around and "SLAM" right into the door. I tried not to laugh, but it was to hard and she noticed I saw her do that. and she just gave me one of thoose looks like, What? Whats wrong? Nothing happenned. She leaves the classroom and I look around to see if anyone esle noticed what happened, but of crouse they are all glued to this horrible flim strip we were watching. The class ends a few minutes after she returns. Walking to the next class I hold myself back from saying anything, to be nice. Later on, I was writing on the board, and got my hands full of chalk. I put my paper down on my desk walk over to get the pass, thinking how funny it was when she walked into the door, and trying really hard to make sure I didnt do anything stupid. but with my luck... I hit into the door even harder then she did, but this time the whole class noticed. I felt like such an idoit for the rest of the day.

 

My English students were writing a test one day, and in comes a girl (we'll call her Doris, though it's not her real name) about 15 minutes late. So I give her a paper, and lean in a little to whisper some instructions to her. Her breath smells like a beer. (These are Canadian 10th graders, about 15-16 years old, definitely below legal age). So I say "Doris, were you out drinking?" Her response? "It wasn't me!"

Some days I hate my job.

 

I work in the claims department of an insurance company. My entire day is spent listening to people talk about someone's idiocy, usually their own..
Commercial liability claims are the worst. These are the policies that cover the ole' slip'n'fall, food too hot/cold/overcooked/undercooked, contractor messups (oh, you didn't want a hole in that wall), well, you get the idea.

My favorite was the person that brought back one slice of a whole pie, stating the she found a scrap of aluminum in the bottom. She is convinced she is going to get Alzheimer's now, and wants the company to pay for all her future medical care just in case she gets Alzheimer's... yeesh.

 

Edit:

So, as someone with some experience of a customer service -related job, I can say there are 3 very annoying idiotic customer types. The type who seem to be unable to think or act on their own, and require precise instructions to do anything. Then there's the type who are so high up in their asses they figure even God himself couldn't tell them what, when and how to do. And not. And of course, whatever it is they do, they do it wrong. And then there's the third. The type that use anyone on customer service position as a stress-toy. They put off all their stress, all the blame on you all the time, because they know you can't say much back without running the risk of making your company look bad.

Of course, the one's Tal mentioned go pretty bad as well. Worst thing about them is that they seldom even realise themselves where they're doing wrong. These lazy-a**es actually mean it with all their hearts that they ARE going to dedicate their lives to whatever is in question. They simply don't know themselves well enough to realize that their attentionspams of 2 days will, with great likelyhood, fall before they get anything good done. I should know, I have a tendency to that same problem myself. At least I'm aware of it and don't pull others in with me.

[ February 13, 2003, 15:18: Message edited by: Foradasthar ]

 

"Idiot" is too nice of a title for the person who's bugging me today! Some scum-sucking, flea-infested, zit-covered loser with an IQ lower than the mileage on his SUV backed into my car and didn't have the guts to leave a note! Fortunately, the damage is isolated to a wrinkled and scratched hood that will have to be replaced. It's highly possible that this happened while the car was in the shop, so I may not even have to cover my insurance deductible, but I'm still furious over the maiming my poor Sonja has suffered.

Yes, my car's name is Sonja, and yes, she's big, red, and German.

 

For schoolstuff I became a full administrator of a small network, etc, etc...

The local *ahem* "ICT-specialist" *ahem* came asking me for permission to do a format, I asked him why, he said the computer had only 16MB RAM (I need to look into that), he thought it would raise the RAM if you reinstalled Windows, LOL