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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A Hobo
Yes, a hobo ripped me off.
Having heard previous tales of millionaires dressing up as the homeless and giving big fat cash rewards to whoever helps them, I am ever on the look out for rich bums.
Come last Friday, out for a stroll in Cirencester, I come across a particularly well groomed hobo (the beard alone could make a grown man weep).
"Oho!" I says to myself (with some disdainful looks from passers-by) "we may have a grubby Richard Branson here!"
As I pass, I drop Three of her majesties finest pounds in his hobo cap (also high quality), he says "Thank-yaw".... Nothing, just "Thank-yaw".
I walk back past him five minutes later and drop another £2 in his collection head gear... still nothing.
A loop around the shops, I return ten minutes later...
He's gone! Nobody saw him leave. No message saying "follow me to a pot of well deserved hobo gold", nothing!
And that is the story of how I was conned by a Hobo with the vanishing skills of a Ninja.
( , Sat 17 Feb 2007, 17:55, Reply)
Yes, a hobo ripped me off.
Having heard previous tales of millionaires dressing up as the homeless and giving big fat cash rewards to whoever helps them, I am ever on the look out for rich bums.
Come last Friday, out for a stroll in Cirencester, I come across a particularly well groomed hobo (the beard alone could make a grown man weep).
"Oho!" I says to myself (with some disdainful looks from passers-by) "we may have a grubby Richard Branson here!"
As I pass, I drop Three of her majesties finest pounds in his hobo cap (also high quality), he says "Thank-yaw".... Nothing, just "Thank-yaw".
I walk back past him five minutes later and drop another £2 in his collection head gear... still nothing.
A loop around the shops, I return ten minutes later...
He's gone! Nobody saw him leave. No message saying "follow me to a pot of well deserved hobo gold", nothing!
And that is the story of how I was conned by a Hobo with the vanishing skills of a Ninja.
( , Sat 17 Feb 2007, 17:55, Reply)
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