in brisbane I had two. a black saab. always broke the speed limit but always beat me to work - or the vicinity. shakes fist.
the other was a rep who was so bad at communicating she would forget to ask for something then blame me if i hadn't done it. some how in all the confusion, i would look bad. i could never win.
Ah sales reps, dealt with quite a lot of them and I swear to god most of them seem to have suffered some kind of brain damage or have an undiagnosed intellectual disability. Blows my mind how these people manage to get employed in the first place.
I'm plagued with them and there's usually no-one at the other end when I pick up or it's some guy in India trying to pretend he's just down the road.
I did have one nemesis who I'd see every morning at the salad bar of the supermarket on my way to work.
He'd always be bent over the chicken salad picking out all the tiny pieces of chicken one by bloody one for his lunch and blocking half the rest of the tubs.
I used to exchange looks with the equally pissed of salad counter attendant and try not to hit him over the back of the head with a can of baked beans.