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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A duck
When I was about 5 or 6 we were living in Singapore (Dad was in the RAF). One evening we went to a local funfair and there was one of these "throw a ring around a thing and win a prize" stalls. The things were real live ducks waddling in a circle, and so were the prizes.
And I won one - pure fluke, but I won a duck!
So we take it home, the adults not saying but clearly thinking "ducks make better soup than they do pets". Got home from school the next day to find that the duck was already in the pot. I cried myself to sleep that night, thinking "selfish bastards; I'd won the duck, it was mine by rights, not theirs".
You see, all day at school I'd been looking forward to cutting the head off the duck myself.
Disturbingly, this is a true story
( , Sat 6 Aug 2005, 15:20, Reply)
When I was about 5 or 6 we were living in Singapore (Dad was in the RAF). One evening we went to a local funfair and there was one of these "throw a ring around a thing and win a prize" stalls. The things were real live ducks waddling in a circle, and so were the prizes.
And I won one - pure fluke, but I won a duck!
So we take it home, the adults not saying but clearly thinking "ducks make better soup than they do pets". Got home from school the next day to find that the duck was already in the pot. I cried myself to sleep that night, thinking "selfish bastards; I'd won the duck, it was mine by rights, not theirs".
You see, all day at school I'd been looking forward to cutting the head off the duck myself.
Disturbingly, this is a true story
( , Sat 6 Aug 2005, 15:20, Reply)
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