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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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Also fits with 'told off as adult' QOTW
A long time ago, a group of school mates and I were in the habit of going on a pub crawl, in a seaside village in North East England, where we lived.

At the end of one of these heavy sessions, we were turfed out of the pub at the end of the crawl, which was also at the end of the street of pubs.

We'd drank a fair bit and one of our cohort - 'Tim' - decided that that glass that had half a pint of his guinness in was also HIS glass. This was before Guinness went all upmarket with the clever Arab Strap adverts and branded glasses - in 1993 it was just a standard straightsided pint glass, probably cost 20p from the pub shop. Not the point, though, it wasn't ours...

So we walked out of the bar with the glass and the guinness. We made our noisy schoolboy way past all the pubs towards the chinese takeaway for our habitual feast of authentic chinese cuisine (really- if you know the place, it's absolutely brilliant).

Walking past one of the bars, managed by someone who in another village would be the world's rudest curmudgeon, but is about average given the appalling levels of grumpiness of most of the village, he was stood outside.

As we walked past, he stared at us for a long time, and just as we passed us, sucked in a deep breath and growled, told us, not asked, but said in a voice that brooked no dissent, "you are taking that glass back to the stuffed dog."

Schoolboy bravado vanished, immediately obedient, "yes, of course" all of us shuffled back to the final pub and gave them their glass back, now sans guinness. Somehow, they knew we were coming back and were waiting to take it off us.

And that is how a life of crime was avoided by us all.

Length - about fifty metres back to the stuffed dog - but with eight pints in the bladder it felt a lot further.

(First post, so still learning...)
(, Sun 13 Jan 2008, 12:43, 1 reply)
Tynemouth
I like it there too. Can't afford to live there though.
(, Mon 14 Jan 2008, 20:19, closed)

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