Unlucky dip
I used to run a very dodgy boozer, patronised by the scum of the Earth, famed for being THE place in town to buy guns/drugs/stolen goods etc. A real shit-hole, basically.
Well, when I first started there, I noticed in the rubbish swept up at the end of the night there were various sums of money, wraps, packets of powder/pills and lumps of hash. This harvest sparked a brainwave and I decided to stick my hand down the back of the seats to see what goodies had fallen down there.

I remember clearly pondering why a load of thermometers were stashed behind the seats as I surveyed the things I had grabbed whilst fishing about. I can also remember clearly the way my legs went weak the moment I realised that rather than "thermometers", I had a fistful of syringes.

Luckily, and astonishingly, the caps were on the needles and I didn't get spiked, but to this day, I don't put my hands anywhere I can't see them, especially in pubs or clubs. Having heard of the way that HIV and Hep has swept through the crowd that used to frequent that particular dark corner of the pub, I'll let them collect the Darwin Award, I'm pleased to be a loser this time.
(Rsoles, Mon 16 Feb 2009, 20:24, 3 replies)

Lucky you
finding wraps of drugpowdersniffs at the end of every night. bonus
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 13:47, closed)

It was erm, "interesting" working there.
When the place got raided by the Rozzers (every 3 months or so) there was gear strewn all over the place. Bizarrely, they never brought a dog in, so never found anything, just nicked who-ever they had been watching,and left.
These raids were generally preceded by a large coloured gentleman striding straight up to the bar and thrusting a huge brick of hash, along with a bag full of wraps of godknowswhat, into my arms, saying "Here man, look after that", whilst behind him Plod charged in through the door.
What could I do? That's right, shove it under the bar and pray that no-one came to look there.
Typical raid dialogue:
PC 1 : You, sunshine, this is a raid, here's the warrant, please turn all the lights on, it's like the Black Hole of Calcutta in here.
Me : Um, they are all on.
PC 1 : Are you trying to be clever? I'll be putting this in my report.
Clientele : FUCK OFF PIGS (whilst throwing bottles and turning tables over)
PC 1 : Jesus, is this normal behaviour?
Me : You know who drinks in here, you know what they are like.
PC 1 : Righto, well, be warned, this is unacceptable, going in my report etc etc. We'll be back. Come on lads, there's an untaxed car across town, let's go.

Ah, happy days.
(Rsoles, Tue 17 Feb 2009, 21:48, closed)

haha bloody hell. which pub was that, if i dare ask
don't think i'll be going there for a pint any time soon!

had a friend who was at the fridge nightclub in brixton when it got raided a couple of years ago. he said about 5 seconds after the police burst through the doors he was literally up to his knees in a sea of dropped drugs
(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Wed 18 Feb 2009, 9:34, closed)