Shoplifting
When 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?
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
When 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?
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
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This still gets right on my tits!
Some years ago I was wandering round a British town centre (no you don't get to know which one) with my parents (yeah, cool I know!). We ambled into a dingy mall of the 1960s murky-glass-ceilinged type that gets completely abandoned as soon as the shiny new shopping centre gets built up the road. My parents stepped into some store which interested me not one bit so I walked over to another shop. It wasn't quite a pound shop but had that feel of selling a wide selection of random cheap household and other goods. As with many of this type of shop in this type of arcade, it had a partially open front, separated from the main body of the arcade by a low barrier. Behind this barrier was the thing that had caught my eye: a load of sunglasses mounted on one of those revolving stands. Naturally I took a pair off the rack and tried them on admiring the new, cooler me in the tiny mirror at the top of the rack.
My reverie was interrupted by the voice of the shop's security guard "Do you know that you've just stolen those?"
"Pardon?"
"You've just stolen those sunglasses. You've taken them out of the shop."
"What? You mean by lifting the glasses from your (shitty) shop over this tiny barrier into the mall I've actually stolen them?"
"Yes."
"And do you think I was actually planning to make off with them?" I asked, putting the glasses back, effectively unstealing them.
Thankfully the jobsworth twunt didn't take the conversation any further. What annoyed me was not that he confronted me with my epic crime, but that the store owners, presumably knowing the anally retentive nature of their security staff, placed the sunglasses display right at the front of the store. FFS! It's almost impossible to walk past one of those displays without trying a pair on.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 12:34, 1 reply)
Some years ago I was wandering round a British town centre (no you don't get to know which one) with my parents (yeah, cool I know!). We ambled into a dingy mall of the 1960s murky-glass-ceilinged type that gets completely abandoned as soon as the shiny new shopping centre gets built up the road. My parents stepped into some store which interested me not one bit so I walked over to another shop. It wasn't quite a pound shop but had that feel of selling a wide selection of random cheap household and other goods. As with many of this type of shop in this type of arcade, it had a partially open front, separated from the main body of the arcade by a low barrier. Behind this barrier was the thing that had caught my eye: a load of sunglasses mounted on one of those revolving stands. Naturally I took a pair off the rack and tried them on admiring the new, cooler me in the tiny mirror at the top of the rack.
My reverie was interrupted by the voice of the shop's security guard "Do you know that you've just stolen those?"
"Pardon?"
"You've just stolen those sunglasses. You've taken them out of the shop."
"What? You mean by lifting the glasses from your (shitty) shop over this tiny barrier into the mall I've actually stolen them?"
"Yes."
"And do you think I was actually planning to make off with them?" I asked, putting the glasses back, effectively unstealing them.
Thankfully the jobsworth twunt didn't take the conversation any further. What annoyed me was not that he confronted me with my epic crime, but that the store owners, presumably knowing the anally retentive nature of their security staff, placed the sunglasses display right at the front of the store. FFS! It's almost impossible to walk past one of those displays without trying a pair on.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 12:34, 1 reply)
He was talking crap
I'm sure the definition of theft is something about permanently depriving someone. Not trying on.
You should have kicked him in the balls...just for the hell of it.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 13:46, closed)
I'm sure the definition of theft is something about permanently depriving someone. Not trying on.
You should have kicked him in the balls...just for the hell of it.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 13:46, closed)
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