Ordering A Couple Of F-Bombs

| Working | March 30, 2017

I phone through a daily lunch order for my coworkers, which gets delivered to our office by the sandwich company. They are supposed to deliver between 12:30-13:30, but have recently started coming later and later. Fair enough; they have a lot of orders. But when my boss is growling because he doesn’t get his lunch until after 2:00 pm and the sandwich company is completely unapologetic, that tends to leave me in a bad mood. One day I mention to the delivery driver that my directors were getting tired with the late deliveries, to which the driver replied, “If he doesn’t like it, he can f*** off.”

Naturally, that angered me slightly — after all, their company makes about £500 a month off us. The next day I looked up a new sandwich bar in my town and started ordering from them. The next week, the first sandwich bar called me to say they’d been having issues with their phones and weren’t sure if I got my order through.

My reply? “I took your advice and f***** off.”

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