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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not really shop lifting, but who feels the need to be accurate to the QOTW anyway?When my parents were renovating our house (which they needed to do as the back verandah led to the bathroom and was so rotten that it would not hold the weight of an anorexic rat), they didn't have much money. At all.
Seriously, we did't even have beds, just matresses on the floor, but my parents were wise enough to see that owning their own place was more important than air flow inder the matress.....
back to the point-ish
They did a nice big fancy 3 room, 2 level double brick extension on the back of our house.
How did they afford this?
My dad worked at the brickworks and they were allowed to take the occasional brick that got a bit mucked up, like if the temperature was too high or they were left in the kiln too long.
So he and his mates made sure that all the bricks were rejects until dad had enough for his extension. And then they helped him take them all home.
Dad built the extension himself, so it all worked out pretty much free.
I know I'm not a master storyteller or anything, but I thought the story somewhat fitting, so please be kind.
(, Sat 12 Jan 2008, 2:17, 2 replies)
Awwww.Nice story. Mates can be a wonderful thing.
*clicks*
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Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Sat 12 Jan 2008, 6:54,
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ahh...Yes, I do believe that is devious and cute enough to warrant the *click*.
Umm... my parents need some brick, can your da work something out with them?
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