Hope that was a weeks shopping? Bet you wished at some point with hindsight you had loaded up a bit more
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Have you ever "done a runner"...?
- Thread starter Moshe Gariani
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Hope that was a weeks shopping? Bet you wished at some point with hindsight you had loaded up a bit more
Psychobilly freakout
HellBilly
Hope that was a weeks shopping? Bet you wished at some point with hindsight you had loaded up a bit more
It was a weeks load with just some sponges and furniture polish to go about £140 worth.
I nipped into Coop to get me furniture polish £1.75 bloody daylight robbery !!
Tom Hark Preston Park
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No, because I'm not a scumbag.
I did however turn around and leave when a queeny waiter clicked his fingers at me and pointed at a table once.
I did however turn around and leave when a queeny waiter clicked his fingers at me and pointed at a table once.
pasty
A different kind of pasty
I do try and do the decent thing and if I have the right money or near enough I leave it on the table. The last time I did it I only had a 50euro note and only wanted to pay for a coffee, I asked three times and even went to the kiosk to pay but they told me to sit back down. I was the only person in there too and the waiter was more interested in the football highlights on TV than serving me so I thought it was taking the Michael somewhat.
Once a friend left his card behind the bar to get drinks in on. It turned into a very heavy night and the group grew quite big. They all got slaughtered on his tab and at the end of the night they left without settling up as were so wankered. The bill must have been good couple of hundred quid at least. On waking up the next morning and realising what had happened my friend just reported the card stolen and didn't go back to the pub for 6 months. Nothing ever came of it.
Arthritic Toe
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On the road in Italy once - stopped to eat at a hotel/restaurant type thing. There was a coach parked outside and it was quite busy as we queued for the restaurant - anyway we were sat down, fed a slap up meal and then left with all the others as they trooped off to their coach. I guess they were on an all-inclusive trip. Only on the way out did we notice the sign which translated as - 'closed for private function' or something.
I love that terminology
I first heard it watching Judge Judy . Even she laughed when she heard what it was called and she is a right miserable ****er.
Who earns over $40m a year.
No.
Who earns over $40m a year.
I know. I can be a miserable ****er for **** all
The Large One
Who's Next?
I've basically got exactly the same story as the first date with my ex about 16 years ago.
A Brighton establishment - check
Withdean era - check
Mediocre food - check
Upstairs in the restaurant - check
Waited for ages for the bill - check
Walked downstairs to leave unchallenged - check
Cheery wave at the door - check
Get your own damn story.
My mate feigned illness so we could get him out side for some fresh air. We then instructed the waiter to get him an ambulance quick as we thought we were losing him. The minute he went back inside to ring we legged it down the road.........
Now before anyone comments, we all felt terribly guilty in the morning knowing we might have got an ambulance out under false pretences. We did hear the waiter screaming at us but we were about 3 hundred yards away so I hope he cancelled it, but this is a cathartic moment for me in confessing.
The Dansaak was top notch by the way.
Now before anyone comments, we all felt terribly guilty in the morning knowing we might have got an ambulance out under false pretences. We did hear the waiter screaming at us but we were about 3 hundred yards away so I hope he cancelled it, but this is a cathartic moment for me in confessing.
The Dansaak was top notch by the way.
I think you've every right to walk out if the food and the service is appalling. Not sure it'd stand up in court mind...
I guess we were about 20 when 5 of us did a runner from a chinese by the Steyne in Worthing. Some 20 years later, most of the same group go into a new Chinese in Teville road.
The owner comes over and says - arrow boys, you grow up now, you no run away this time? That's when we recognised Charlie, the guy who owned the Steyne restaurant all those years ago.
We didn't run away and we did leave a decent tip but talk about your past catching up on you.
The owner comes over and says - arrow boys, you grow up now, you no run away this time? That's when we recognised Charlie, the guy who owned the Steyne restaurant all those years ago.
We didn't run away and we did leave a decent tip but talk about your past catching up on you.
Never done it. Partly because I used to work as a barman at the Black Lion Harvester and the waiting staff had to cover any runners from their wages.
Yes, with friends in Ibiza, when we were 19. We'd wanted to try it for some time and finally gained the 'courage'.
But the anticipation of this plan during our meal made it slightly unrelaxing, and it wasn't pleasant sprinting with full stomachs through the lanes of old town San Antonio pursued by waiters.
We were sprightly teenagers so weren't caught.
But the anticipation of this plan during our meal made it slightly unrelaxing, and it wasn't pleasant sprinting with full stomachs through the lanes of old town San Antonio pursued by waiters.
We were sprightly teenagers so weren't caught.
Biscuit Barrel
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I have only done a runner once and never again. Me and a friend we about 25 at the time. We went for lunch in the Slug and Lettuce on George Street. After a few beers we decided that we should make a run for it without paying. We ran as fast as we could to the Albion pub round the corner on Church Road. We ordered our drinks and sat there feeling a little guilty and excited at the same time.
It then dawned on us that we had left our flight tickets for our trip to Amsterdam (with our names printed on them) on the table in the restaurant. We had to go back into the Slug and Lettuce with our tales between our legs and ask for our tickets and settle our bill. What a couple of prats!!
It then dawned on us that we had left our flight tickets for our trip to Amsterdam (with our names printed on them) on the table in the restaurant. We had to go back into the Slug and Lettuce with our tales between our legs and ask for our tickets and settle our bill. What a couple of prats!!
