It's Not What It Looks Like!Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
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chthonic, Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
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Massive (non-)drugs and serial barringI was once asked to leave a pub for racking up some fat lines of coke on the table.
Except I wasn't. It was salt, from the bottom falling out of the salt cellar when I'd picked it up. I'd been idly playing with it and organising it with a beermat.
My protestation that it was salt was met by the angry landlady with:
'Why are you snorting salt?'
'I'm not snorting it. It spilled and I'm playing with it. It doesn't even look like cocaine - it's salt!'
'Oh, so you know what cocaine looks like, do you?'
At which point I gave up and left.
I was later allowed back in but got barred a couple of months later for fighting. I wasn't even involved in the fight. I was sat having a quiet pint in a corner with my friend.
The third and final time I was barred (they always let me back in after a while), it was quite a loud, busy night, and I couldn't really understand what was going on, but from what I could gather I was being barred because someone had spilled a drink on the bar. I was standing on the other side of the room at the time.
Presumably she just thought I looked like a wrongun...
(, Fri 10 Dec 2010, 14:55, 1 reply)
In the words of the Partridge.Subhuman scum...
(, Fri 10 Dec 2010, 16:33, closed)
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