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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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When I was probably about 5 years old, I was in the Early Learning Centre happily admiring the sheer number of plastic toy animals on display that were so popular amongst the 5 year olds of the time. When my mum told me we had to go, I knew I just had to have one. So I quickly placed one of the small rather lifelike plastic lizards into my pocket.
As soon as I was out the door I knew the police had been informed and would soon put me away.
I had to get rid of the evidence!
So in the next shop I had to placed my new friend where noone would ever find it. Unfortunately my mum had dragged me into the underwear section of Debenhams.
I reached into my pocket, wrapped my fingers around the life like looking lizard and shoved my hand it deep inside a pile of big cheap granny pants.
Only on my way home did I realise that giving old Gertie her second heart attack in as many weeks probably means more jailtime than stealing a plastic lizard.
I haven't had the stomach to steal anything else since that day!
( , Fri 11 Jan 2008, 14:38, Reply)
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