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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Accidental not-quite-shoplifting
Indeterminate years ago, my sister and I were dragged shopping by our parents. My mam ventured into Evans to look at clothes, my dad waited outside, and we went in to look at the jewellery (no, you can't have that necklace, or those earrings they're not clip-ons, and no, before you ask, you can't have your ears pierced.)
Sister picks up...I can't remember what it was, I think it was a pair of clip-on earrings, looks around for mother, realises she's in the changing room, and trots out of the shop with the earrings in hand to ask my dad if she can have them. No. So, she goes back in and puts them back.
It was only once we'd left the shop, 'er...how did you get those out of there without the alarms going off?'
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 19:27, Reply)
Indeterminate years ago, my sister and I were dragged shopping by our parents. My mam ventured into Evans to look at clothes, my dad waited outside, and we went in to look at the jewellery (no, you can't have that necklace, or those earrings they're not clip-ons, and no, before you ask, you can't have your ears pierced.)
Sister picks up...I can't remember what it was, I think it was a pair of clip-on earrings, looks around for mother, realises she's in the changing room, and trots out of the shop with the earrings in hand to ask my dad if she can have them. No. So, she goes back in and puts them back.
It was only once we'd left the shop, 'er...how did you get those out of there without the alarms going off?'
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 19:27, Reply)
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