Reading the stories on this forum takes me back to an episode in the late nineties with one of my colleagues. We were based with a company just outside Glasgow and had to be sent to Aberdeen to do an install. Install went fine. While I was setting up the machine on the first floor my buddy said he would wheel out the old machine via the lift. 10 minutes had passed and there was no sight of him so I went in search of him only to find him hiding in the van. He had ripped his trousers bending down to lift the machine over the gap at the entrance to the lift and this wasn't a small rip, this was an enormous rip. He asked me if I had any money on me that I could lend him to buy a new pair of trousers but being a copier engineer I only had a few screws and 25p in my pockets ( Thats what he thought). So using my head I suggested we borrow a stapler from the customer and staple his trousers, it done the trick! No more hairy arse on view. Once he appeared from the toilet I took great pleasure in pointing out his new designer trousers to the customers ( We were in a call centre ). On the road home from Aberdeen we were asked to attend another job and again I took pleasure in pointing out his new designer trousers. By the way Aberdeen to Glasgow is around a 175 mile journey and he must have had a sore arse having to sit on all they staples on the way home.

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