True story, in my last place, which was a floor up and more or less across the road....
... on new years day we sent a friend down to KFC before she was going home, we asked her to go to KFC and order some stuff for us. We were still quite drunk, and she asked someone to come downstairs and collect it and pay her. So we attached a rope to some string and lowered it out a window, "You'll send down the money after, right?" Of course we would, except nobody had any cash. So in the bucket lowering it back down (after getting the food) we put in my coin-jar. She took it, called us all a bunch of bastards and went home. A few days later it turns out we over-paid by about £25, so we were friends again.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 6 Dec 2011, 12:09, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

I should also point out, to 'go downstairs' to meet her would involve going out the back of the building I was in, all the way around an ally, and up the street again. It wasn't "just downstairs", not that's a good excuse.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Tue 6 Dec 2011, 12:10, Reply)