Had to ring RS components (no not that RS) for a part for work, as I wasn't sure about the spec in their catologue. Some bloke answered, and I explained my problem. Being a dingbat, I hadn't rang an outside line, I'd instead rang my boss at his desk. He said 'hang on a minute, are you a scouser'? 'Ermm yes' I replied. He said 'well #### off then, I ###### hate scousers' and hung up.
I went in to melt down and rang RS back, this time dialling an outside line. I was in full rant and demanded to know who I'd spoken to. The lady assured me that there were only two agents in the office and both were female.
Then there was a face at the office window, my boss, with a massive grin on his face. Luckily he appeared as I was about to go on a killing spree.
Revenge was swift. 3 weeks later at an exhibition, we were all in the hotel bar and true to form, he was annoying everyone. He got in to a drinking competition with 2 Canadians and a bloke from Barnsley. He then disapeared and I only discovered where he was when I was going to bed. He was lying unconscious on a leather sofa, snoring away.
Not wanting to miss an opportunity, we got a razor, shaving foam and removed his eyebrows and all the front of his hair. The barman, who he'd been annoying also, got a marker pen and started to draw his eyebrows and glasses back on.
The lad from Barnsley had a camera and was snapping away, careful not to get any of us in shot. Then one of the Canadians got his John Thomas out and was pretending to, let's just say, make love to his mouth.
He never did find out who did it to him but had his suspicions. He collared us one day but we told him some pesky Canadians attacked him while drunk, but we saved him. He was eternally grateful.