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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In the summer holidays from uni a few (more than i would like) years ago my dad left for work telling me that there was a man coming to the house to survey the roof so he could estimate a cost for retiling, etc.
He said that I wasn't to fall back to sleep or listen to loud music and that i should be viligantly listening for the tell tale doorbell sound that accompanies aforementioned roofer being at the front door - patronising twunt.
Anyways during that mornings bath and whilst washing my hair (lots of it at this point - student after all) i swore i heard the distant echo of the doorbell.
So I ran out of the bathroom grabbed an unfathomably small towel from the radiator and ran to the front door. No-one there.
Only a man walking away from the house and down the road. In a panic and thinking i would be in trouble with my dad i shouted down the road at the man
'OI!'
'HELLO?!'
'DO YOU WANT ME?'...
'DO YOU WANT ME?!'...
Of course he was just a member of her majestys public walking happily down the road nothing to do with our roof!
The expression on the mans face as he turned around to see a soapy wet naked man, covering himself with only a flannel asking him if he wanted him will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I should probably be on a list at the Daily Mail.
( , Wed 23 Aug 2006, 14:48, Reply)
In the summer holidays from uni a few (more than i would like) years ago my dad left for work telling me that there was a man coming to the house to survey the roof so he could estimate a cost for retiling, etc.
He said that I wasn't to fall back to sleep or listen to loud music and that i should be viligantly listening for the tell tale doorbell sound that accompanies aforementioned roofer being at the front door - patronising twunt.
Anyways during that mornings bath and whilst washing my hair (lots of it at this point - student after all) i swore i heard the distant echo of the doorbell.
So I ran out of the bathroom grabbed an unfathomably small towel from the radiator and ran to the front door. No-one there.
Only a man walking away from the house and down the road. In a panic and thinking i would be in trouble with my dad i shouted down the road at the man
'OI!'
'HELLO?!'
'DO YOU WANT ME?'...
'DO YOU WANT ME?!'...
Of course he was just a member of her majestys public walking happily down the road nothing to do with our roof!
The expression on the mans face as he turned around to see a soapy wet naked man, covering himself with only a flannel asking him if he wanted him will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I should probably be on a list at the Daily Mail.
( , Wed 23 Aug 2006, 14:48, Reply)
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