Ripped Off
A friend who worked in a second hand record shop told us about a Japanese guy who regularly bought "rare" records in their shop. One time, he was looking for a signed copy of "Never Mind the Bollocks".
They didn't have one. Four people and one magic marker later, they did. Ker-ching!
How have you been ripped off? Who did you rip off? Are you a British Gas customer?
( , Thu 15 Feb 2007, 16:28)
A friend who worked in a second hand record shop told us about a Japanese guy who regularly bought "rare" records in their shop. One time, he was looking for a signed copy of "Never Mind the Bollocks".
They didn't have one. Four people and one magic marker later, they did. Ker-ching!
How have you been ripped off? Who did you rip off? Are you a British Gas customer?
( , Thu 15 Feb 2007, 16:28)
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born to suffer
Mine is a long, tragic story and since I'm lacking a tiny violin orchestra I'll keep it short.
I flew 6,000 miles and willingly froze my sweet Southern California ass off for 4 hours on hard, frozen East Berlin concrete to find out that I had a counterfeit fucking Depeche Mode ticket.
There was begging and pleading and offering tour crew money to let me stay but my efforts were in vain. I had to do the long walk of shame back past the long line of people waiting to get in with a police receipt in one hand and my dignity left back in the security area.
There was no comfort in the knowledge that 1,999 other people were about to suffer the same fate (there were 2000 fake tickets circulating). Only rage and anguish remained for me.
At least we won the war. Twice.
( , Fri 16 Feb 2007, 16:06, Reply)
Mine is a long, tragic story and since I'm lacking a tiny violin orchestra I'll keep it short.
I flew 6,000 miles and willingly froze my sweet Southern California ass off for 4 hours on hard, frozen East Berlin concrete to find out that I had a counterfeit fucking Depeche Mode ticket.
There was begging and pleading and offering tour crew money to let me stay but my efforts were in vain. I had to do the long walk of shame back past the long line of people waiting to get in with a police receipt in one hand and my dignity left back in the security area.
There was no comfort in the knowledge that 1,999 other people were about to suffer the same fate (there were 2000 fake tickets circulating). Only rage and anguish remained for me.
At least we won the war. Twice.
( , Fri 16 Feb 2007, 16:06, Reply)
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