Apparently I'm a sex offender
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
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Unconsenting Race
Often, when walking along the street, in order to keep the pace up, I pick a person some distance ahead of me, and a landmark some distance ahead of them and try to beat them to it - e.g. "Reach the sixth lamppost before the bloke in the grey suit." Sometimes, the people I overtake pick up the pace and seemingly try to race me to the next landmark they notice.
Sometimes, they notice before I reach them, and pick up the pace to beat me to my chosen landmark.
This is not the right game to play in the middle of the night, when the only other person on the street is a small blonde woman. Initially, I thought she was racing me, as she was going at quite a lick. It was only when she stopped dead as I was about to overtake, that I realised that I had probably scared the shit out of her.
( , Wed 23 Aug 2006, 16:28, Reply)
Often, when walking along the street, in order to keep the pace up, I pick a person some distance ahead of me, and a landmark some distance ahead of them and try to beat them to it - e.g. "Reach the sixth lamppost before the bloke in the grey suit." Sometimes, the people I overtake pick up the pace and seemingly try to race me to the next landmark they notice.
Sometimes, they notice before I reach them, and pick up the pace to beat me to my chosen landmark.
This is not the right game to play in the middle of the night, when the only other person on the street is a small blonde woman. Initially, I thought she was racing me, as she was going at quite a lick. It was only when she stopped dead as I was about to overtake, that I realised that I had probably scared the shit out of her.
( , Wed 23 Aug 2006, 16:28, Reply)
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