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There's got to be more to your working day than loafing around the internet, says tfi049113. How do you fill those long, empty desperate hours?

(, Thu 8 Jan 2009, 12:18)
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Trainee breakdancer
One day in an ol' computer games shop I used to work in there was only me and one of the other wind-up lads in the store named Chris. Both of us were a bit bored; we'd played nearly all the games in the store on the demo machines and had finished all the chores early on. Also it was a tuesday morning and there was no customers in the shop. Quiestest part of the week.
Chris was a bit of (and to my knowledge still is) a rave junkie and stuck on one of his Dreamscape CDs on the player. Music blasting, there was only one thing we could do (other than gay bumsex, and we just weren't into that). That's right. IMPROMPTU BREAKDANCE FACEOFF!!!! Chris dives over the counter, starts bopping, then does an attempted spin on the floor, both of us pissing ourselves at his lame effort. Then, Jeccy's go. I leap over the counter and duck down doing some stupid kicking thang while laughing, then spin around on my head, legs flailing like a flamingo in a car crash.
Unknown to me at the time however, a small child had walked in the store and was walking around a shelf towards where I was spinning. He come around the corner and my size 9 foot stopped millimetres from his head, literally swooping past his nose like a burgervan driving past a fatclub.
I flew back upto my feet, quick glance, no-one else here and leggit behind the counter. The kid, stunned by the almost-twattage legs it out of the shop too. I glance down to find Chris, who is currently under the shop counter turning purple with fits of stifled laughter, crying with glee. Bastard, but I can't really blame him tbh.
With that, the front door opens and the kid and his mum come in. I hear the kid say "Mom, that's him." Great. I manage not to react at all to this statement, which most probs helped alot. She comes over to me and I end up selling them a Playstation, all the while with the kid asking "Mom, ask him about it" and the mum saying "Keep it down, mum's getting it, be patient."
I won't go near a dancemat now, let alone attempt to breakdance.....damn my lanky limbs!
(, Wed 14 Jan 2009, 16:50, Reply)

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