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 me, but my Dadand also a bit off-topic, but since we're into crap lifting-up-shop jokes I couldn't care less.
Each year, my Dad and his mates go to Le Mans to, basically, get pissed. Motor racing seems to be an added bonus. All good stuff.
Anyway, one year after a heavy night my Dad had a brainwave, and stole...
...the pit lane divider.
(The bloody massive wedge-shaped thing at the start of the barrier between track and pit lane.)
Now he's a big bloke, and dragged it back to the tent (at one point thinking that if he stayed below the horizon of a ridge noone would see him. Drunken cunning rocks.) and left it in the entrance area (big compartmentised tent, I think.) Naturally, this confused the others somewhat, upon waking, hungover, to find this bloody massive thing in the middle of the tent.
My favorite bit of this is that the race organisers had to announce over the tannoy for whoever had stolen it to bring it back, as they needed it for the race. Top work, Dad. I am properly proud.
(, Mon 14 Jan 2008, 21:38, Reply)
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