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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crates and bums.....
A few years back, at work, we were moving offices. I was stood by a stack of empty crates talking to someone i worked with (a bit of a creepy old bloke) when one of the secretaries walked past and stopped for a chat.
I leant back a bit and put my hand out onto the crates as you do and continued the conversation, I then noticed the girl seemed to be getting upset with the creepy bloke while at the same time my hand was trying to get an urgent message to my brain saying crates arent meant to be soft and curvy.....yep you guessed it.
Suprisingly enough the excuse "Im sorry, I thought it was a crate" doesn't work very well. I'd advise anyone else planning on using that excuse not too.
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 23:38, Reply)
A few years back, at work, we were moving offices. I was stood by a stack of empty crates talking to someone i worked with (a bit of a creepy old bloke) when one of the secretaries walked past and stopped for a chat.
I leant back a bit and put my hand out onto the crates as you do and continued the conversation, I then noticed the girl seemed to be getting upset with the creepy bloke while at the same time my hand was trying to get an urgent message to my brain saying crates arent meant to be soft and curvy.....yep you guessed it.
Suprisingly enough the excuse "Im sorry, I thought it was a crate" doesn't work very well. I'd advise anyone else planning on using that excuse not too.
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 23:38, Reply)
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