thieving bastard
Earlier this year me and the missus spent a month in Fiji. I had never flown before so the 11 hour flight to S Korea then another 10 hours crammed in a flying tin can in steerage had a somewhat detrimental effect on my common sense.
So its the first day in the capitol Suva and we're in this grubby little discount store buying all the stuff i forget to pack, toothbrush, razor etc we're left behind in my haste to pack after a few farewell tipples the night before takeoff. Anyway i'm approched by dodgy looking local offering a shiny top of the range N*kia phone at a too good to be true price, cautiously gave it the once over and it was looking like the sale of the fucking century!
Now in my jet lagged state hung over from the free vino dished out on the long haul, i eagerly haggled the price down to $50 fiji dollars (about £17). The dodgy dealer then popped the phone in a little sunglasses bag and handed it to me after taking the moolah.
Satisfied with my bargian i walked off, as i went to open the bag i noticed the bag was tightly tied shut, knotted several times, at this point i knew i'd been stitched up like a kipper after an autopsy, ripped open the bag to find a lovely bar of soap crafted into shape of said phone.
Cunt. he switched the bag, he was long gone, i was a few pints of beer money short, valuable lesson learnt. How have you been done over?
(Duke Fucknuts ate toast and fanny batter on, Thu 7 Dec 2006, 23:38, Reply)