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4/30/2014 1:52:46 AM
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Examples of real life trolling.
Last week I was getting ready to begin my shift in the ER by going to the hospital cafeteria for my morning [url=http://www.drinkwhat.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/New-Monster-Energy-Zero-Ultra-Drink.jpg]Monster[/url]. As I walked in I noticed a large display of gigantic tubs of Crisco on sale. The hospital has never sold Crisco, or other whole sale items before in the cafeteria.
Confused and curious, I asked the folks who work in the cafeteria what the deal was with the Crisco. The answer was amazing.
The director of the kitchen had asked for a raise, the guy had apparently got another job offer for more money somewhere else but wanted to stay with the hospital. He asked if the hospital would be willing to match that other offer. The hospital said no. The director of the kitchen had been with the hospital for a long time and was hurt by this.
As a bit of revenge he ordered a truck load of Crisco in the hospital's dime and quit. He didn't tell a soul about this little purchase. The hospital was clueless until it showed up. Now they are trying to offload the expense by selling the Crisco in the cafeteria.
lololol
Have any of you experienced any real life trolling to this degree or better?
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7 RepliesEdited by Sandtrap: 4/30/2014 2:48:32 PMI was beside my brother in law when he got pulled over by a Saskatchewan officer. Suddenly, he started speaking in French. Now, in Canada, every police officer needs to know how to speak french, but in Saskatchewan, French speaking people are pretty rare. So this poor officer was struggling to keep up with his own rusty as hell french, and eventually had to go back to his car to get a little handbook of english to french and vice versa. When he asked me why he was speaking french, I said it was his native language, and I didn't see him very often, I was just along for the ride this one time. I knew about as much french as the officer did but his wife knew more. But she wasn't there. So we went through the various reasons of why the officer pulled us over, while my brother in law was speaking constant french to the officer who had to check his little hand book over and over again, and when we were done and the officer was satisfied, my brother in law waved to him, and in the thickest possible french english accent, he said good-bye in english. The thing about my brother in law is, he knows perfect english.
