one of the best b3ta stories:
* LONG, AMUSING STORY *
"My dad is a partner in a smallish law firm. He
loves nothing better than annoying people and
suppliers who piss him off, nothing bad, just
minor spats. He loves doing really pointless
but perfectly legal things. This is my absolute
favourite petty revenge story of all time.
Dad has queried an outstanding payment to an
office supplier, its about £3800. He contested
it and basically dragged out payment for
months. Eventually, he agreed that if they sent
someone round he'd pay them cash.
In the mean time, he went to the bank and after
discussion with the bank manager, worked out
what the legal minimum denomination of notes
and coins could be used.
He also went to the garden centre and purchased
a cheap, yet sturdy black dustbin.
As it turns out, you can pay in coins. the
resulting amount pretty much filled the dustbin
- well 3/4 full. It was almost impossible to
move. 4 guys from the office got it upstairs
and hid it in Dad's office. They spent half an
hour emptying all the coins from their bags.
The debt collectors arrived. Dad made them wait
an hour or so for the hell of it. He came out
and spoke to them argued the toss some more.
Eventually dad 'caved' and pointed them in the
direction of the money. Upon seeing it they
groaned and muttered that there's no way they're
going to take that. Prepared, Dad immediately
hands them a piece of paper and says, fine,
sign this. They ask what it is, "its to confirm
that I offered you full payment and you refused
They sigh and give in. Dad asks for a receipt.
They start counting. Dad has previously removed
a pound or so earlier on.
A couple of hours later, they point out that
its a pound down. Dad denies that's possible,
maybe they should recount? They relent and fill
out a receipt. They fill the bin back up and
start dragging it to the lift. My dad watches
The lift arrives and they struggle to get it
over the floor divider but panting, they
finally get the thing in the lift. As the doors
begin to close, my dad sticks his hand between
the doors, forcing them to open again.
'Erm lads? Where are you going with my bin?'
My dads ace really." (IHROOcoke)