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When i was doing my apprenticeship, quiet,shy and honest me,(still the same now) we got locked into the college workshop by a lecturer and told to look for a part of an expensive tool, 30 mins latter and still looking i found it, took it to lecturer who accused me of stealing it.
I point out i hadnt, he called me a liar,and a thief,i poked him in the chest,pointing out i was neither, and he got angry, he then punched me, so i punched him back, he fell into a bin of waste and got stuck,another rather tougher lecturer walked up and said whats happening here,i toldhim where to go.
He went for a walk. With no further comment
Few days later lecturer got suspended and took early retirement.
[i]I then threw his piece bag in the mixer[/i]
Good story! What's a "piece bag" ?
We've had a few front-ups here over the last few years - but only during our Monday lunchtime 5-a-side games! All mates (well, colleagues) afterwards.
Piece bag contains your lunch,flask etc...in in some instances a lot of part mixed sand and cement
piece = lunch
Oh yeah only one Ive seen was working at the Sanger Centre, the 5-a-side lunchtime footy league was taken quite seriously
one time the head of the Puffer Fish Genome team decked the head of Chromosome 17* Sequencing team over a bad tackle.
*cant actually remember which chromosome it was
While at Uni I worked in the Co-Op at the end of our road and hated the job, but needed the money, however on my last day (just before my final exams) an idiot I worked with kept going on about covering me with flour, I made it pretty clear that I wasn't in a very playful mood and that it would be a silly idea. Later in the evening I was walking towards the office when he decided to try and ambush me, I knocked him out and the bag of flour he was holding landed on his head! I did feel a little bad, but finished the shift and passed my exams with no further repercussions.
I knocked a man out cold by lobbing a Melton Mowbray 50ft across a chiller once..
Saw a chef attempt to drown a manager in a massive pot of rice that had been cooked then left to cool in the kitchen. Chef was massive, manager was tiny. Argument kicked off between them then the chef grabbed the manager and stuck his head in the pot. Took a few people to pull him off. He got sacked on the spot. He was a total mentalist though. He'd chucked a basket full of chips from the deep fat frier at me once!
On play ground duty years ago, before schools became fortresses, and an irate mother came storming in. She was looking to wallop a kid who had (accurately) called her 15 year old daughter a slag. I intervened to stop the potential fight and got a kick in the nuts for my trouble. Didn't hurt as it was slightly off target thankfully!
Yep, back when I was teaching at a lycée in France. Mid morning break, sipping a lovely coffee in the staff room (Having just arrived at the school, that is. Didn't have any lessons before 1100 almost always!).
Two colleagues, both fairly normal, sober minded folks, started discussing politics. Now, one piece of advice a friend gave me many years ago, before I moved to France, was, "When in France, don't discuss religion. Or politics."
They clearly hadn't received that memo, and about five minutes after their discussion started, the two of them were on the floor, laying in to each other. With the staff room doors wide open, and pupils filing past.
Piece = sandwich, specifically, surely?
[i]wingnuts - Didn't hurt as it was slightly off target thankfully! [/i]
I expect your user name isn't referring to some anatomical abnormality that meant she was on a hiding to nothing in any event?
I worked as a KP in a resturant kitchen. The chefs were all nasty buggers and were downright abusive to everyone. It was terribly hard graft but the money was superb.
There was one KP who they all hated, I'm guessing on account of his skin colour. They were nastier to him than all of the rest of us, they locked him in a fridge, threw eggs at him a lot, poured water over him. They all thought it was a brilliant laugh.
one day they noticed he had long nails and so decided to trim them by holding his hand in the potato rumbler. For those that don't know, that's a bit like a tumble drier with sandpaper on the sides, you pour a load of potatoes in and it spins round and peels them all sharpish.
You don't want your hand in there.
So two of them grab him and hold his hand in there. Me and the other KP walk in on this while they're all struggling. We shout at them to stop (and yes, we had reported their abuse to the management before), the lad just explodes, throws them both off and jumps on one of them, starts punching him repeatedly in the head. Really, really aggressive. Months of pent up frustration and anger coming out in one go.
That chef goes down, other one is starting to panic, looking to us for help but we stand in the doorway, he gets the same from the lad and ends up slumped over a bench. KP grabs his coat, storms past us and was never seen again.
Been sort-of involved twice.
First one was a shirty little temp getting asked to 'leave and not come back', for turning up at the office drunk one time too many. He took a swing at my boss, connected, then seemed surprised as he got grabbed round the neck from behind by me and dragged off the floor and into the lift. May have cranked the headlock in a little too tight as he was only half conscious by the time the lift got down to reception. Security sorted him out the rest of the way and we never heard anything from him, the company or his agency, so I guess I got away with it.
Second was two colleagues and good friends at a bar I worked in who, it turned out, had both between bonking the same girl - a case of her playing them both I think, rather than one going behind the other's back. When they both found out there was the requisite snarling and bitching, and it came to butting heads and shoving. At one particular butting of heads, I decided I was sick of it and added two hands and a bit of momentum and banged their skulls together properly, aiming to knock a bit of sense in. The shock seemed to do the job and they both dumped the daft tart.
wwaswas - much of my body is distorted but not that bit of anatomy!
lot of folk on here seem capable of knocking folk out with one punch
Saw one once it was handbags at dawn with a lot of flailing and not much connecting
Come 'ere an say that. 😉
I used to work with a right horrible little scrote, who suffered from classic small bloke syndrome. A proper gobby little bastard, he was! I worked with him for a few months, during which I saw 5 people deck him, in separate incidents. Including one bloke who was normally the very picture of zen like calm. He deserved it every time. On at least one occasion, some very senior management witnessed it, then denied all knowledge of it when he complained
Seen multiple fights on site between mainly groundworkers and laborers.
One occasion springs to mind, after a night out we were in our local curry house. We knew most of the waiters, however this night there was a new guy who, it turned out, was related to one of the chefs.
Anyway, a few cross words between the new guy and the head waiter and the new guy disappears into the kitchen, only to come out with a massive wok type pan and smacks the head waiter over the head with it, complete with comedy "boinginginginigng" noise. Next minute uproar... the whole staff going at it hammer and tongs. chefs running out of the kitchen with all manner of pans and knives, all the waiters steaming into them. It was pandemonium, chairs flying around, the whole works.
I was looking on at the entertainments when I realised that I was the only bloody customer left in the entire place... everyone else, my mates included had all done a runner. With the real prospect of my footing the bill if I hung around, I legged it too and left them all to it.
There must have been about 20 guys going at it.
I knocked a man out cold by lobbing a Melton Mowbray 50ft across a chiller once
You are two tonne Ted from Teddington, and I claim my £5.
I attacked a customer at work this year.
(basically he owed me 6.5k for goods, helped me loose my business.)
Last time I saw him he gave me the finger.
I told my employer I'd kill him if I saw him again.
He walked into work, we clocked each other, my boss walked me into the office. It passed.
Then he came back!
I got my pound of flesh, not quite 6.5k of it, but enough for closure.
Later that day my boss said there had been a catastrophic failure with the companies security video system.
Not that he came back or put in a complaint.
lot of folk on here seem capable of knocking folk out with one punch
Conversely, I punched my boss numerous times and he just took it.
Short version is he flipped one day and I just happened to be in the vicinity. Definitely the wrong time to be my usual flippant youthful self - he grabbed me really tight just below the collar of my shirt and despite my best efforts to remove his grip it just didn't happen. The look on his face was quite weird - very red and eyes wide and wild - so I assumed the worst was going to happen and without really leaning in, thumped him. Nothing. Thumped him again, harder this time. Nothing. Two more as hard as I could throw. Nothing. I swore like a bastard at the top of my voice and with a huge tug backwards, slipped out of my shirt, tripped over and landed on my arse. And that's exactly when help arrived.
Never saw the bloke after that - he was sacked for fiddling the books.
I tried to break my ex bosses nose once.
That is one of my biggest regrets in life, the fact that I didn't actually break his nose.
Our gaffer has banned fighting in work time, we have to wait till 5:15 pm now .
When I was an apprentice saw to guys in the machine shop go at it hammer and tongs one had been winding the other up for years ended when one of them cracked the other across the head with a hammer didn't kill him but police and all turned up both got the sack.
Had a boss poke me in the chest when I told him I was leaving to go work for another firm(competitor)didn't do anything just walked out of room,saw him a few months later at a winter beer festive in town waited until he went outside for a smoke then kick the living day lights out of him felt good at the time,but spent next few months waiting for the police to knock on our door so not worth it in the long run.
When i worked the bar at the local wedding venue back home fights wee regular - you just let it happen and made sure nothing got damaged in the process.
One time my coleague was on the recieving end of a double glass to the face over the price of drinks.
Blood everywhere , me and the manager approach said gentleman from either side of the room , sweep him up off his feet and eject him through the door - that side was locked and he bounced - he then ran out the open door.
Police foumd him hiding outside in a bush
Coleague looks like harry potter now. - scrote lost alot of money as he had a damages claim for being slashed by his drug dealer for not paying - think chelsea smile gone wrong. But the extent of it was pending good behavior.
I was once attacked by a work colleague with a strawberry pavlova .....for suggesting he was a sh@t teacher...which he was!
Seen plenty at work, and been involved in plenty. 10+ years as a frontline Police Officer explains that!
Most memorable was arriving first on scene to an 'assistance shout' - two female colleagues had been attacked in a crowded pub beer garden and had sent the balloon up. I ran from my car through the gates of the beer garden to find my way blocked by a large crowd of onlookers - I could see the scrap but not get there to help. In a moment of unusual clarity, I hopped up onto a beer garden table and ran towards the fight, running from table to table, before leaping from the last table onto the suspect. He went down on his back with me on top - it was only later that I saw that I had landed on him about 6 inches from a steel umbrella stand - effectively a foot long steel pole sticking up from the ground. If any one of a hundred tiny factors had been different, I would have unwittingly put the bloke down with the pole coming out through his chest and probably being killed.
Yes, took two years of abuse then snapped, floored the toerag, off he scuttled to the police who came to arrest me, my gaffer at the time sorted it out for me, the said victim left soon after.
Never fisticuffs but I had a stand up face-to-face over a customer issue with the office gobshite a couple of years ago. He lost the argument on points then had to leave my office meekly, which sort of took the wind out of his sails. He's been okay since then.