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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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Ok. When I was 19, I was a bit of a goth. More so than I am now(I still have the Manson shirts but a Sunn O))) beard of grimnity adorns my manly features). I had the long leather coat, the eyeliner and most of all I had the lunchbox. A pink Hello Kitty lunchbox I bought from Claires Accessories, just the right size to fit a few cd's and a small paperback for work. I even put an Autechre sticker on it. I was that cool.
So. I started seing a girl from the 6th form, a stunningly pretty Placebo fan with some novel ideas of fun... All was good, until I went to meet the parents. I toned down the makeup, spoke politely and behaved immaculately.
The feedback? "He looks like a fucking paedophile with that lunchbox!"
I didn't go to that house again. I actually ended up giving away the lunchbox a year later, to a girl who very nearly tempted me into becoming an offender for real.
There's other stories, but they're incriminating.
( , Sat 19 Aug 2006, 23:54, Reply)
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