Ignoring Instructions
When I was small, a friend of mine waved a big plastic bottle at me and asked me if I "wanted some drinking yoghurt?" I pointed out the "do not drink" label, but no, he was convinced this was a big jug of a particularly strange, liquid yoghurt that was briefly popular in the 70s.
He was sick for hours, after consuming a suprisingly large quantity of washing liquid.
What instructions have you ignored?
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 11:24)
When I was small, a friend of mine waved a big plastic bottle at me and asked me if I "wanted some drinking yoghurt?" I pointed out the "do not drink" label, but no, he was convinced this was a big jug of a particularly strange, liquid yoghurt that was briefly popular in the 70s.
He was sick for hours, after consuming a suprisingly large quantity of washing liquid.
What instructions have you ignored?
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 11:24)
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Having been told that the RS exam was a real time challenge I leapt in and screamed through all six questions: each one asked you (well, me) to produce a screed of text explaining the ins and outs of some moral quandry. (Notably not ones you encounter everyday: is war bad? How about, if the bird in front of you at the cashpoint leaves a fiver when she walks away, should you let her know? What if she is fit? What if it was a twenty? Now that's a real question)
I managed to just about finish all the questions in the alotted hour and a half. Fingers numb from scribblage I hand in several thousand pages of text to the teacher who looks a little surprised. "Erm, you did just pick two questions right?"
And that's why I am not a priest (That and that whole There Is No God issue)
Sorry that this story is not a hilariously fantastic fabrication and involves nothing more than minor inconvenience.
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 15:34, Reply)
Having been told that the RS exam was a real time challenge I leapt in and screamed through all six questions: each one asked you (well, me) to produce a screed of text explaining the ins and outs of some moral quandry. (Notably not ones you encounter everyday: is war bad? How about, if the bird in front of you at the cashpoint leaves a fiver when she walks away, should you let her know? What if she is fit? What if it was a twenty? Now that's a real question)
I managed to just about finish all the questions in the alotted hour and a half. Fingers numb from scribblage I hand in several thousand pages of text to the teacher who looks a little surprised. "Erm, you did just pick two questions right?"
And that's why I am not a priest (That and that whole There Is No God issue)
Sorry that this story is not a hilariously fantastic fabrication and involves nothing more than minor inconvenience.
( , Thu 4 May 2006, 15:34, Reply)
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