Numberplate Entrepreneur
A friend writes: "Classic Blog material here but I can't be arsed to start a blog." Saves me doing it I suppose.
Late Saturday night...
So the door bell rings at 1am Sunday morning and a slightly pissed bloke with an odd European accent asks me if its my numberplate he's holding in his hand. I'm in me kecks and half asleep so say yeah, thinking he found it on the road and wondering why he couldn't have just left it next to the van. So I take the number plate off him at which point he gets slightly more animated and asks for money...yep he's selling me back my numberplate! I shut the door on him and I wander off back to bed to find the wife watching him out the window - the bloke eventually gives up on me and wanders across the road and rips the number plate of a neighbours car. He appeared to try knocking on the wrong door to do the same routine. Called the police to pick him up and go to bed (he was wearing the most obvious jacket possible).
This morning found another number plate outside our house and wondered how many more. Popped round the shop for milk to find a bloke in the next road inspecting the empty place where his number plate was - he had the same experience with said bloke.
Only conclusion of this one man, night time, money making venture...what the bleeping-firk was he on?!
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Monday afternoon...
Youngest son has lost one of his gloves so I pop into Mothercare to buy some more. Mothercare - yep, the place that exclusively sell childrens clothes and kit. "Gloves please" I ask the woman behind the counter. "We don't have any" she says. "Uh?" I respond. "Out of season sir, they are winter items." "Madam, it was fucking snowing yesterday, since when was snow NOT glove wearing weather, you gormless shop drone?" I politely rebutt. "Sorry sir, but er..."
As I cycled home it started to hail just to prove my point.
Late Saturday night...
So the door bell rings at 1am Sunday morning and a slightly pissed bloke with an odd European accent asks me if its my numberplate he's holding in his hand. I'm in me kecks and half asleep so say yeah, thinking he found it on the road and wondering why he couldn't have just left it next to the van. So I take the number plate off him at which point he gets slightly more animated and asks for money...yep he's selling me back my numberplate! I shut the door on him and I wander off back to bed to find the wife watching him out the window - the bloke eventually gives up on me and wanders across the road and rips the number plate of a neighbours car. He appeared to try knocking on the wrong door to do the same routine. Called the police to pick him up and go to bed (he was wearing the most obvious jacket possible).
This morning found another number plate outside our house and wondered how many more. Popped round the shop for milk to find a bloke in the next road inspecting the empty place where his number plate was - he had the same experience with said bloke.
Only conclusion of this one man, night time, money making venture...what the bleeping-firk was he on?!
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Monday afternoon...
Youngest son has lost one of his gloves so I pop into Mothercare to buy some more. Mothercare - yep, the place that exclusively sell childrens clothes and kit. "Gloves please" I ask the woman behind the counter. "We don't have any" she says. "Uh?" I respond. "Out of season sir, they are winter items." "Madam, it was fucking snowing yesterday, since when was snow NOT glove wearing weather, you gormless shop drone?" I politely rebutt. "Sorry sir, but er..."
As I cycled home it started to hail just to prove my point.
posted by Percy Herbert at
12:30 PM
1 Comments:
Just to add to the victor medrew-ness of my mood I went to a garden centre (the biggest in southampton) to by a new lawn mower blade to be told they don't sell lawn mowers or parts. !?! what the f... is the most prevelant plant in the garden? GRASS.
fuck it, if you can't cut it you might as well smoke it. tits to the lot of them.
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