We did a bad thing.
I worked in the print trade for a few years, one of the casual workers Bob was a really nice old boy in his mid 60s due to retire. He had this really old pair of glasses whuch he was very protective over, he reckoned he had been to opticians many times and this was the only pair that worked for him, he used to maintain them and clean them (old school I suppose) anyway... one day I brought in an old pair I found at home, we switched them with his sacred pair when he was eating his lunch (he took them off to eat), which he left on his makeshift table which was a pallette of paper. We dropped another big heavy pallete of paper onto them with a big crunch. He heard it happen and came running over. We thought he would get angry and we would all have a laugh but instead he clawed at the paper pallete and started crying. We all stood there in shocked emabarrasment as we revealed the truth to him. He said nothing and never came back again. Terrible huh? We felt like a bunch of proper nasty cunts.
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