ShopliftingWhen I was young and impressionable and on holiday in France, I followed some friends into a sweet shop and we each stole something. I was so mortified by this, I returned them.
My lack of French hampered this somewhat - they had no idea why the small English boy wanted to add some chews to the open box, and saw it as an attempt by a nasty foreigner oik to contaminate their stock. Not my best day.
What have you lifted?
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chthonic, Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
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On being an exploited employeeIn my youth in the 70s I was a paper boy for RS McColls. I made the princely sum of £1.80 a week for the privilege of getting out my bed at 6am and traipsing the streets in all weathers and getting home just in time to go to school. I figured they owed me big time.
So I used to be waiting at the door at opening time when the manageress showed up. She'd of course have to go through the back to get into her overalls and have her cup of tea giving me ample time to get all light fingered with the sweetie & porn stock.
Now I had (and still have) a very sweet tooth but even I couldn't consume the prodigious amounts of confectionery that I was purloining daily. So I started a healthy little cottage industry at school selling my ill gotten gains thereby supplementing my income very nicely thank you very much.
More to follow. I was the bad lot your parents told you not get in tow with.
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Ramsay Tupper, Thu 10 Jan 2008, 12:00,
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