Ahem...Stock Replenishment
I used to work in a late night bar in Edinburgh (usual shite - loads of fights/people trying to have sex with each other in the toilets), anyhoo...after work I would walk home, stopping off at the local BP garage for a tasty (!!!) micro-burger.

As the months went on, I got friendly with the guy who worked nights in the garage...I started to refill the sweets in the shop (this was in the 80's when Petrol stations shops were open rather than that "shouting through the little hole they opened near the till" stuff). He was grateful as he couldn't be arsed with it and was glad of the company...so occasionally I would nick a Marathon (yes I am that old)...then I realised that the stock room held much much more than just sweets...oh my!

Soon I was helping myself to packs of 200 Malboro, packets of 35mm film, tins of baked beans (hey I was taking home £60pw!) - then it got really messy, as drunkenly I would tell my mates...fast forward to a night on the bevvy...4 drunks in enormous coats stumbling around the stock room stuffing anything they could lay their hands on into their pockets...

Strangely that was the last time I was let in the stock room again...although later the dude who worked there showed piccies of his girlf naked...not sure why...Oh and he didn't get sacked or anything (phew)

And I am now sensible and grown up and responsible and all those other things (apart from spending too much time on the interweb...)

Length? manly but soon shrivels when I think of the guilt...
( JockyMcSporan has a pointy head but no pointy chin..., Fri 11 Jan 2008, 14:00, Reply)