ShopliftingWhen 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?
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chthonic, Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
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More Greek ineptitudeThis is a vaguely theft-related story. I make absolutely no apologies for it being tenuously linked to this week’s question, it’s just that frankspencer’s tale of Greek bank-robbery ineptitude caused this to filter through my brain.
Many years ago, long before we met, Tourette’s lived and worked on Kos. Apparently one evening, she and her flatmate were having a few drinks in a bar, when the local in-bred nutter, with delusions of being a Godfather-esque mafia type, had a bit of an altercation with my sweary other half, which resulted in her telling him to fuck off (surprisingly).
The night drawing to a close, they left the bar, still with the in-bred’s empty threats ringing in their ears. Back in the safety of their apartment, they went to bed and off to the land of nod. However, Tourette’s mate was awoken by a scuffing noise coming from the bathroom, so got up to investigate and found the in-bred prising himself indelicately through the open bathroom window, either hopeful of the chance of stealing something or rendering a severe beating. No one knows what to this day. She put the light on, and was about to give him an almighty bollocking when he caught her eye, winked, and put his fingers to his lips in the universal sign language of ‘Shhhhh’…
One chasing down the street and a severe beating later, he apparently became their best mate and long time protector. In his eyes, anyway.
(Tourette's could probably tell this story better than me since she was there, but I fear getting her to pop her B3ta cherry may take some time. So apologies to her for any inaccuracies).
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Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 11 Jan 2008, 17:49,
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I'd love to hear some of her tales . . .from Legless' own stories, she sounds like fun :)
A visit Down Under would we most welcome too :)
. . . and the sweariness doesn't faze me - I work with "lad" type surgeons all day - not much I haven't heard :)
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Mrs Legless . . . belongs to, well, you know . . . :), Sat 12 Jan 2008, 7:57,
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