Trolley Boy
I used to be the trolley boy, way back when I was a sixth former, for Moronsons... hated the job most of the time, having to work outdoors in the worst of winter, but, because of "Sir" Ken Moronson's tightness, and the fact that he would rather charge his own customers for the privilege of using one of his beloved trolleys rather than use it for free and then chuck it in the nearest river - as he surely knew they all would, tight prick - I was able to turn up for work every Saturday morning and know that by lunchtime I'd have made enough £1 coins to buy my subsidised pie and chip in the staff canteen, and by the end of the day I'd have the money to cover at least one pint in the pub (to compensate for finishing work at 9pm on a Saturday). Excellent. Plus, among the many 'bonus' finds in my time there, were:

- a full crate of John Smiths Bitter discovered in a trolley well after store closing time

- £30 left in the ATM (plus a great many fivers and tenners stuck in the bushes surrounding the car park)

- A brilliant black and decker full beam torch which I had for years until accidentally leaving in a hostel somewhere in South Africa

- and many more goodies, including full bags of shopping, christmas lights sets, books, more alcohol, etc etc etc...
(Katabatic wasn't, and will never be on, Sun 9 Nov 2008, 1:37, Reply)