Not the only one
Ah yes, I remember doing this - except that in my case I co-purchased the weights with a mate. Between us, we huffed and puffed until, sweaty, limbs trembling with effort and my vision starting to tunnel, we had made it about ten yards from the shop door into the street. My mate went to get the car and I was left, looking like a wimpy Beano character, to guard some cardboard boxes full of metal. Oddly, nobody snatched them and ran off with them and, like you, I reasoned that if anyone did, they'd probably be so out of their heads on steroids that I'd be a fool to stop them.
(Macnabbs may contain traces of exaggeration on, Thu 28 May 2009, 13:02, Reply)