Local takeaway
Every sunday in our student local ("Hope & Anchor" off Hardman St. in Liverpool, if you really want to know) is a pub quiz. One round is a "Supermarket Sweep" round where you have to guess the prize of item. The quiz sheet is set out so it has randomly dotted answers across the sheet, in a hexagonal fashion. Kinda like blockbusters. Should you go accross the board (long time fans of challenge TV will remember "ooh, that's just like the blue team." And you'd be right), then you win one of the supermarket sweep prizes.

We did win one of the items, a big tub of table salt. And we celebrated it with a takeaway from our local on the way back.

Unfortunately, as we spent most of our money drinking, the takeaway was made up of shrapnel change. And as such careful calculation had to be made.

Unfortunately, I was 1p off.

"£3.50 please mate" said the turkish dude behind the counter.
"Here you go."
"Ummm...only £3.49 here mate"
"What?"
"£3.49."

I recounted, and sure enough there was.

"Give me the salt and £3.49 and we'll call it even."

I got pissed at this. Salt's worth more than 1p.

"Give me the salt."

Eventually he did take it from me. Fortunately, I manage to leave without paying. Bonus!
(rhyswynne - on every social network mullarkey known to man, Fri 13 May 2005, 12:19, Reply)