I once worked for one of those perfect people who never make a mistake employers and due to him using the backroom as a personal storage for his household property I could not see a perishable delivery box ordered by a client that spoiled. He asked me what kind of idiot I am so I told him I don't know how many types of idiots there are and went home never to return. Expecting perfection as usual from me when nobody is perfect, only an idiot would think I'm stupid and I have better things to do than talk to morons.
Originally Posted by Till
