I once spent
an evening scouring the Biffa Bin outside a hotel looking for empty wine bottles to prove to the customer that the bill he received for 150 bottle of wine at a wedding was correct.

I collected 97 in total, realised that a) I was working for a crook and b) I had better things to do with my last Saturday night before I headed back to uni, so went to tell my boss I was quitting. I couldn't find him anywhere. Turned out he had locked himself in one of the bedrooms in fear after realising he had been caught trying to rip off an Essex Gangster over his daughter's wedding.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 7 Jul 2011, 13:45, 4 replies)

What happened next?
Did you have to face the hard man?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 7 Jul 2011, 13:50, closed)

Did I fuck.
I have no idea what happened, I went home and left them to it.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 7 Jul 2011, 13:54, closed)

6/10

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 7 Jul 2011, 20:44, closed)

One of my better stories then.

( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Fri 8 Jul 2011, 9:33, closed)