My old job
How we never got the sack from the supermarket where I used to work is a complete mystery, honestly.

The warehouse was on two split levels - the food bit at the bottom, and the non food bit at the top. Used to work on the non-food bit, meaning there were always footballs/cricket bats/remote controlled cars/frisbees/TVs/scooters to be mucking about on. Once, during a massive game of football, someone kicked the ball over the wall thing that stopped you falling off the edge into the underneath food area (by the way, health and safety would have an absolute FIELD DAY in this place). No worries, we thought, happened pretty often and the forklift drivers normally booted it back up for us. Not today.

Just so happened that there was a big managers' meeting thing going on underneath us (in a warehouse?! yeah - i know!) and the ball had flown over the edge, and bounced down right next to these top-bods, interrupting their brown nosing, and scaring the absolute crap out of them.

What did we do? We used the years of skiving and playing manhunt in the enormous warehouse to our advantage when the massive (and i mean MASSIVE) juggernaut of a store manager comes HURTLING up the stairs, looking for culprits. We had all hidden in the stock - people were under the shelves, on top of the racking, inside TV boxes - it was a total JOKE the places we picked, how we werent found is beyond me. Plus, you always get that feeling when you know you CAN'T laugh or you'll be in deep shit. Makes you want to laugh more and more and more. You all know the one!

The only guy left not hiding (and wasnt even playing football) was the retarded guy whose job it was was to put out batteries, and he just said it "fell off the racks at the top" rather than dob us in. Looking back he maybe wasn't so retarded.

Still laugh about this now. Good times.

Edit: This is probably my longest QOTW post, so in all sincerity, apologies for length!!
( Goon, Mon 13 Aug 2007, 15:25, Reply)