Crappy Prizes
Competitions, raffles, give-aways... sure the prizes look great, but don't they always turn out a bit crap should you happen to win them?
The last raffle I bought tickets for, they'd just given away the all-expenses paid weekend in New York when my number came up. Rushing up to find out what I'd won, I was a little disappointed to be handed a box of "Biscuits for Cheese". Especially as they were busy serving the cheese course (complete with biscuits) as they drew the raffle.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:16)
Competitions, raffles, give-aways... sure the prizes look great, but don't they always turn out a bit crap should you happen to win them?
The last raffle I bought tickets for, they'd just given away the all-expenses paid weekend in New York when my number came up. Rushing up to find out what I'd won, I was a little disappointed to be handed a box of "Biscuits for Cheese". Especially as they were busy serving the cheese course (complete with biscuits) as they drew the raffle.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:16)
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Housey Housey
I was 9, and I was having a night out on the tiles with my parents and brother (7 at the time). As you can imagine, it was a right RIP SNORTER. We entered the bingo, thinking it'd be a laugh. Sure enough it was, and my 40p stake brought forth winnings of £35. Hooray! Pop and sweets for all. BUT NO.
My parents confiscated the money as I was but young, and would fritter the money away on magic beans. Bless them though, they were nothing if not fair - bro got a fiver, I received the princely sum of £10, and my parents put their £20 towards a dishwasher. Bah.
If nothing else, it taught me never to trust the thieving bastards again. While the prize was not crappy in the slightest, the fact that I wasn't allowed to keep it was!
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 16:45, Reply)
I was 9, and I was having a night out on the tiles with my parents and brother (7 at the time). As you can imagine, it was a right RIP SNORTER. We entered the bingo, thinking it'd be a laugh. Sure enough it was, and my 40p stake brought forth winnings of £35. Hooray! Pop and sweets for all. BUT NO.
My parents confiscated the money as I was but young, and would fritter the money away on magic beans. Bless them though, they were nothing if not fair - bro got a fiver, I received the princely sum of £10, and my parents put their £20 towards a dishwasher. Bah.
If nothing else, it taught me never to trust the thieving bastards again. While the prize was not crappy in the slightest, the fact that I wasn't allowed to keep it was!
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 16:45, Reply)
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