Being told off as an adultWhen was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
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chthonic, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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Chastised by a firemanMany moons ago when living in halls of residence at uni, I awoke one bitterly cold winters morning at about 7am to prepare for lectures.
I entered the kitchen to discover a strong burning smell and more smoke than a Queen video. I raced through the thick, acrid cloud to the windows and flung them open. I then turned and raced to the source of the smoke, the toaster. I unplugged it, dashed an the open window and shook it until is disgorged its contents onto to frosty grass below.
Alas it was too late, the fire alarm went off. This awoke approximately 250 students and they all had to evacuate to the central courtyard area, where they stood freezing their tits off in various states of undress, understandably pissed off to a man.
Minutes later a fire engine arrived and an announcement was made the residents of our flat to assemble near the scene of the crime. We made our way forward to groans, jeers, evil stares, profanities and curses on our lives and those of our family members from the cold, dishevelled mob in the courtyard.
The fireman asked who discovered the fire, I stepped forward and told him what I'd encountered. He tried to accuse me of sticking a fork into the toaster but I told him that I'm not that stupid, told him I'd shaken out the burnt offering and pointed to the black, carbon like object outside the flat window.
He then asked, in full view of the angry and now shivering uncontrollably throng, who'd put the toaster on. Nervously, full of shame and embarrassment, my flatmate and Essex girl Lucy raised her hand and meekly squeaked, "It was me". She'd put a huge slice of previously uncut bread in the toaster, too thick for it to pop out, and buggered off.
She then got a lengthy, patronising and withering dressing down from the fireman in front of all the other incensed residents on the stupidity of her actions. I however got no praise for my quick thinking, swift, brave and heroic fire disaster averting actions.
I mean a statue of me might have been a fitting tribute. Or at least a plaque.
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abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Mon 24 Sep 2007, 16:46,
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