Petty SabotageI once put magnets on my brothers collection of ZX81 cassettes, so when he attempted to play them, they were full of errors and yet apparently undamaged. Can you beat that? Tell us your tales of petty sabotage.
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chthonic, Wed 4 May 2005, 10:59)
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The polyglotI was on the sleepover train from Nice to Paris, standing in the corridor outside my compartment, chatting up some Swedish girls.
Enter the fat, rude, old German with large, heavy suitcases.
He shoves me over with his luggage when he passes me, no apologies. Wanker.
Bit later Le Ticketeer comes around and Ze German is in trouble. Non parlez Francais nor English. Nur Deutsch. Ticket-guy only speaks French and starts asking about for help.
I'm the lucky volunteer and although I don't speak these lingos fluently I try my best. "Scheisse Harry! Meine auto!" - my finest grammah.
20 minutes later Ze German is standing alone, in ze middle of ze night, in a remote looking village, fuckknowswhere. I help Frenchy throw the suitcases off the train as hard as I can.
Apparantly the German refused to pay and ticket guy didn't like Germans. Or so they believed anyway. Knowing how to swear in French and German is useful sometimes.
(, Thu 5 May 2005, 20:14, Reply)
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