Lost...Trying to impress a new girlfriend, I 'borrowed' my mother's car. Dropping her off in London, I managed to lose the car keys between locking it and reaching the other side of the road. Utter humiliation followed as my mum took the train to London with the spare key...
What have you lost over the years?
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chthonic, Fri 3 Dec 2004, 8:01)
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My first pet(EDIT: actually not my first pet. Entertain me for a moment if you will. My first pets are goldfish, named Eric and Peter [top nameage]. I got them when I was 13, as it when i was deemed old enough to have a pet. In the small sized tank in which the dynamic duo were to reside, thier life expectancy was about 1, maybe 2 years if i was lucky said the nice man in the pet shop. Lucky? LUCKY? So what does that make me when the same fish are STILL alive 9 years later!!!! Shame is the novelty of having them wore off after about 6 months. Little bastards. I swear they stay alive just cos they resent me; little slimy gits. Anyway.....)
First OTHER pet was a little hamster, named Snowdon curiously enough. After the mountain in North Wales we visted on a family holiday. Anyway; I had one of those devious moments (I was 14) were I decided, as the hamster was quite adapt at climbing around his little cage (possibly a motive for the name?) would he be able to get out if I left the latch off of the little door on top of the cage (he would have had to have climbed up, and pushed it open like a little skylight)?
Answer?
Yes.
Came downstairs the next day so find cage open and sans hamster. Was quite upset actually. Anyway; my folks were going away that night, so I came home from school, they had been looking the whole day to no availe. Off they went aftr dinner; and I was home alone.
Anyway; wasn't sure if it was just me or...
scratch scratch...
I could hear something. It was getting late, so if the hamster was still about; he would have been waking up about now. My house isn't exactly massive, but I was having real trouble pinpointing where it was coming from.
Cue me, sat up untill 3am in the dark (to make him more active) and silence (so I could hear better).
Eventally I found him. Hidden underneath the central heating boiler. Fuck knows how he got in there, but there he was, the little dusty ball of fluff.
Not exacxtly easy to reach, and as I tried to get him, the little git bit me.
He knew...he knew
So he was found! Stories with happy endings make me smile...
Apologies for length!
(, Sat 4 Dec 2004, 15:25, Reply)
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