Apparently I'm a sex offender
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
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Ahhh, well...
Recent as well, this one - go swimming regularly and recently managed to drag my dear ma along (seeing as she's old and rather unfit) - as I'm getting my gear out of those sihtty lockers they give you, this fleshy-coloured blur (I'm blind as a bat without my glasses) is opening the locker at the other end of the changing rooms...I think I recognise it, so I peer intently...then it occurs to me to put my specs on, and I'm eyeing up this surprisingly tall eleven-year-old girl in a two-piece costume. Look away embarrassedly, to see my mother and a pool attendant looking at me like I'm a fresh car crash...I guess they misread the look of interest on my face...
Bloody communal changing rooms. And bloody short-sightedness.
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 23:16, Reply)
Recent as well, this one - go swimming regularly and recently managed to drag my dear ma along (seeing as she's old and rather unfit) - as I'm getting my gear out of those sihtty lockers they give you, this fleshy-coloured blur (I'm blind as a bat without my glasses) is opening the locker at the other end of the changing rooms...I think I recognise it, so I peer intently...then it occurs to me to put my specs on, and I'm eyeing up this surprisingly tall eleven-year-old girl in a two-piece costume. Look away embarrassedly, to see my mother and a pool attendant looking at me like I'm a fresh car crash...I guess they misread the look of interest on my face...
Bloody communal changing rooms. And bloody short-sightedness.
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 23:16, Reply)
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