Message-ID: <13984372.1075855111491.JavaMail.evans@thyme> Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2001 10:44:53 -0800 (PST) From: c..giron@enron.com To: dgiron1@houston.rr.com Subject: FW: Idiots Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-From: Giron, Darron C. X-To: 'dgiron1@houston.rr.com' X-cc: X-bcc: X-Folder: \Darron_Giron_Jan2002_1\Giron, Darron C.\Sent Items X-Origin: Giron-D X-FileName: dgiron (Non-Privileged).pst -----Original Message----- From: "Darnell" @ENRON Sent: Tuesday, December 04, 2001 7:49 PM To: Paul Groba, Sr.; Clark Mayers; Bob Newsome; Giron, Darron C.; Carlos D. Giron Subject: Fw: Idiots > > > I don't suppose you've ever run in to any of these people... > > > > IDIOTS IN SERVICE: > > > > > > > > This week, all our office phones went dead and I had to contact the > > telephone repair people. They promised to be out between 8:00 a.m. and > 7:00 > > p.m. When I asked if they could give me a smaller time window, the > pleasant > > gentleman asked, "Would > > you like us to call you before we come?" I replied that I didn't see how > he > > would be able to do that, since our phones weren't working. He also > > requested that we report future outages by e-mail. (Does YOUR e-mail work > > without a telephone line?) > > > > > > > > IDIOTS AT WORK: > > > > > > > > I was signing the receipt for my credit card purchase when the clerk > > noticed I had never signed my name on the back of the credit card. She > > informed me that she could not complete the transaction unless the card > was > > signed. When I asked why, > > she explained that it was necessary to compare the signature I had just > > signed on the receipt. So I signed the credit card in front of her. She > > carefully compared the signature to the one I had just signed on the > > receipt. As luck would have it, they matched. > > > > > > > > IDIOTS IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD: > > > > > > > > I live in a semi-rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the > local > > township administrative office to request the removal of the Deer > Crossing > > sign on our road. The reason: too many deer were being hit by cars and he > > didn't want them to cross there anymore. > > > > > > > > IDIOTS IN FOOD SERVICE: > > > > > > > > My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the > > person behind the counter for "minimal lettuce." He said he was sorry, > but > > they only had iceberg. > > > > > > > > IDIOT SIGHTING #1: > > > > > > > > I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport > > employee asked, "Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your > > knowledge?" To which I replied, "If it was without my knowledge, > > how would I know?" He smiled knowingly and nodded, "That's why we ask." > > > > > > > > IDIOT SIGHTING #2: > > > > > > > > The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it's safe to cross the street. I > was > > crossing with an intellect-challenged coworker when she asked if I knew > what > > the buzzer was for. I explained that it signals blind people when the > light > > is red. Appalled, she responded, "What on earth are blind people doing > > driving?!" > > > > > > > > IDIOT SIGHTING #3: > > > > > > > > At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker who was > > leaving the company due to "down sizing," our manager commented > cheerfully, > > "This is fun. We should do this more often." Not a word was spoken. We > all > > just looked at each other with that deer-in-the-headlights stare. > > > > > > > > IDIOT SIGHTING #4: > > > > > > > > I work with an individual who plugged her power strip back into it > > self and for the life of her couldn't understand why her system would > > not turn on. > > > > > > > > IDIOT SIGHTING #5: > > > > > > > > When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick > > up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it. We went to > > the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock > > the driver's side door. As I watched from the passenger side, I > > instinctively > > tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked. "Hey," I > > announced to the technician, "it's open!" To which he replied, "I know - > > I already got that side." > > > > >