The phone rings, I answer it and the conversation goes thus:-
Me "Good Afternoon, Dash of Colour"
Moron "My mate, right, he's a mechanic right, an he reckons I can git my bike painted for 80 quids innit yeah?
Me "That's nice of him to offer that to you."
Moron "Yeah, but, he's like a mechanic tho an he aint no painter man - you's de painter man and you's de one I want to paint my bike though yeah?"
Me "Really? And how am I meant to paint a bike for 80 pounds when I have no idea what the bike is, what small part of it needs painting for 80 pounds or any other relevant information?"
Moron "Ooh yeah right, it's a 'Amaha innit?"
Me "I'll take your word for that"
Moron "It's de black one innit yeah?"
ME "Again, without the aid of a crystal ball I am unable to confirm or refute your allegations"
Moron "Huh?"
Me "Yeah!"
Moron "Oh right, yeah, errr...it's a 'Amaha R100 black an I want it all painting red cos de black looks shit and not gansta enuff!"
(Yes, he really did say it's not gansta enough [enuff]!)
Me "A Yamaha R100, you say? Surely it's either an R1 or a 100, which is it?"
Moron, "A 'Amaha R1, de fousan ceecee big jobbie man, yeah?"
Me, "Okay, but to have the whole thing sprayed red is going to cost a hell of a lot more than £80, closer to £1,000 in all honesty"
Moron "FFFUUUUCCKKIINHELL - that's a lotta dolla man - i'll catch ya laters yeah?"
Then he promptly hangs up. I love my work sometimes![]()

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