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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Not exactly stolen, but...
My brother and I went to his local Electrical Retailer. I can't remember what we went for, but we both collected some fairly random stuff. I picked up a USB media card reader, and he loaded up a basket with assorted stuff.
At the till, I noted a sticker on the media card reader that said "£10 o...". I'm assuming that it should have said "£10 off". It was in the bargain bin after all. They ran it through the till, and it came up as £35. I argued. Lots. I pointed to the £10 and said pointedly that that was all I would pay. I may have glared. In the end, the assistant caved, and I got my media card reader for a tenner. Triumphantly, with thoughts of "beat that, bro!" ringing in my head, I let my brother have his turn.
The assistant looked at him. He glared back, viciously. The assistant rang up his purchases nervously. It all came to about forty quid or so. My brother hands over his card, and the assistant puts it through one of those old-fashioned zip-zaps, and hands him back the card and his copy. My brother accepts them, and we leave the shop.
The next day, my brother's credit card company call. They have a charge on his card that's not signed, not marked cardholder not present, and not properly dated. They ask him if he wants to dispute it. He does. He pays nothing.
So, yeah, between us we spent seventy quid, and it cost us a tenner. Next best thing to stealing, I think.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 22:50, Reply)
My brother and I went to his local Electrical Retailer. I can't remember what we went for, but we both collected some fairly random stuff. I picked up a USB media card reader, and he loaded up a basket with assorted stuff.
At the till, I noted a sticker on the media card reader that said "£10 o...". I'm assuming that it should have said "£10 off". It was in the bargain bin after all. They ran it through the till, and it came up as £35. I argued. Lots. I pointed to the £10 and said pointedly that that was all I would pay. I may have glared. In the end, the assistant caved, and I got my media card reader for a tenner. Triumphantly, with thoughts of "beat that, bro!" ringing in my head, I let my brother have his turn.
The assistant looked at him. He glared back, viciously. The assistant rang up his purchases nervously. It all came to about forty quid or so. My brother hands over his card, and the assistant puts it through one of those old-fashioned zip-zaps, and hands him back the card and his copy. My brother accepts them, and we leave the shop.
The next day, my brother's credit card company call. They have a charge on his card that's not signed, not marked cardholder not present, and not properly dated. They ask him if he wants to dispute it. He does. He pays nothing.
So, yeah, between us we spent seventy quid, and it cost us a tenner. Next best thing to stealing, I think.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 22:50, Reply)
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